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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Denver 101 – Sights & Sounds

Lesson number 2.

Sight: Lotsa 4x4s, SUVs and sports cars. With tinted windows. And chrome rims.

Sounds: Deep rumbles from big V12s. And deeper doef-doef from the gangsta mobiles.

Petrol, I mean, GAS is considered cheap here. About $2.60 a gallon. That’s almost 20 Ront a gallon. I have no idea what a gallon is. But picture a 10 gallon cowboy hat, and then a tenth of that. And that would cost you almost R20. Okay, whatever?!

And so everybody here drives real gas guzzlers. SUVs. Pickups. Truuurks. Call ‘em what you wanna. But they’re ALL automatic. And left hand drive. Nobody drives stick here! And they got all kinds. Hummers. Chevy Escalades. Lincoln Navigators. Ford F250s. Dodge Ramchargers. You name it, they got it! BIG is where it’s at.
Arriving at the airport parking lot, I couldn’t help but laugh. Rows and rows of SUVs and pickups.
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Believe it or not, all these snaps were taken yesterday eve – we took a drive to Cherry Creek (a mall) for some dinner, and I just went crazy in the parking lot.
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These were all parked outside this fancy pants restaurant.
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I felt quite fancy too. I was there in my rental – my Chevy Monte Carlo. It’s like a boat with wheels. Seriously, it’s longer and wider than an S-class. Am I gonna pick up some chicks with this baby?! Cue Dr Dre, I can feel my pimp juice beginning to flow…
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Chicks from the office actually took us for driving lessons. I almost wrote us off on the first corner I took cos I turned into the left hand lane into oncoming traffic (they drive on the right!!!). Sean, my colleague, was in his own car – he ran a red light, also drove into oncoming traffic, and scratched the bumper after some lady rolled backwards into him. And he left the car in Drive when he stopped to park it, so it rolled off while he had one leg out the car.

Oh, and how pimpiddy-pimp is this? We have valet parking at the hotel. Pull it up, leave it running, and run upstairs for that No 2 you’ve been holding in the whole day. But at $24 a night, that’s fucking dick-riculous!!!

So hope you are now 2 cents wiser, now that you know what rides are bouncin’ about…