My Favourite Things: Monday

Sometimes, when Monday rolls around I wonder what I've done.  I ask myself whether I've truly thought through the idea of posting something consistently every Monday without it getting old, or without me running out of favourite things.  Chances are good the latter will happen first, but you never know.

I think today's post will convince some of you that I've already run out of reasonable ideas.  Au contraire, dear reader!  Granted, it was late entry to the blog; I had originally planned to make the category 'pretty things' but couldn't take a single decent photo and all my pretty things actually looked like misshapen blobs of nothing.  Next week, maybe.

Instead, this week's category is: favourite thing about your car.

I'll pause a moment while you wrap your mind around the awesomeness of that category.

Really, it's the only way I can go on and on about how much I love cruise control.

I'm strictly utilitarian when it comes to vehicles.  I'm not saying I wouldn't want to test drive a Challenger SRT8 on an open stretch of highway; I might even say that I wish I could have some fun on the Autobahn this September so I can experience driving faster than any reasonable person should be driving.

Those things are fun and mildly appealing.  Any car I would actually own, however, simply needs to be fuel efficient, reliable and, apparently, have cruise control.  I can live easily without the bells and whistles of power everything, heated seats or dashboard GPS. 

You may have noticed that my two 'dream' car scenarios above involve speed.  Cruise control is my friend.  It not only saves me money in terms of fuel efficiency, it also keeps me from having to say, "I'm sorry, Officer.  Please don't give me a ticket."

Cruise control is my friend; a good friend can also be a source of entertainment.  When you're booting down the highway on cruise, it's so easy to tell which of your fellow drivers aren't.  They're the ones that zip past you then take their foot off the accelerator and slow again.  So you pass them.  Then they realize you're passing them even though they just passed you, so they stomp on the accelerator again.  I find it amusing.  I secretly wish I had a little console that made signs pop up for other drivers to read: 

"Dude. Cruise Control. Try it some day."

I love cruise control.  I could hug whoever invented that.

Whoever decided that the two cup holders in my car ought to be different sizes?  I'd like to have a word or two with him...