350Z

I haven't really had time to blog for today because I am trying to sell my car.

The main reason I am selling it is 1) it's loud [apparently I didn't read the fine print about sports cars] and 2) while I CAN put a bike rack on it... it feels for all the world like my $2,000 bike is velcro'd to the car with little more than a prayer to keep it affixed. The only bike rack that works is the one that you rest on the trunk of the car and its "arms" balance between the trunk and the hatch. It reminds me of that balancing wine bottle holder where an arc somehow supports the weight of the entire bottle. Not really the most reassuring image as I'm barreling down I-5, trying to keep up with friends who have real bike racks. Every single time I put that bike rack on, I spend the entire drive thinking about the blog I'm going to write when the aerodynamics of a California freeway conspire against me to achieve 10-speed lift off [I imagine it will float under the wheel of an oncoming RV and then my bike will become little more than an accessory for Flat Stanley.]

But hey...it's a seven year old car with 43,000 miles on it - pretty good. [And if the airport in Nashville had been 10 miles closer, I probably wouldn't have half that many miles.]

But I think the tires may need a little maintenance. My friend is helping me sell the car. It was all he could do to contain his shock at the noise the tires are making. “When was the last time you balanced these?” Maeve: “Balanced them on what?”

When it's clean and the tires don’t sound like a helicopter outta an episode of M*A*S*H any more, I may decide I like the car.

At least until the bike flies off.