Monday, March 15, 2010
Today I am a little bored and a little lonely and missing Utah a little. One little thing I really miss a lot is driving my car with music blasting, singing at the top of my lungs. You just can't do that while listening to an iPod on the subway.
Well, you could. In fact, some people do. But it is generally frowned upon.
When I got to a stoplight I would always pretend I hadn't just been belting my lungs out to Rascal Flatts. Then when it turned green I'd continue on like I was in my own personal music video. Like if the car is in motion, suddenly I become invisible? I wonder how many people got a good laugh watching me singing in my car.
We are finally selling the Corolla. I am a little sad. I loved that car. One of my favorite features was the custom stereo and speakers Klane installed for me (with love). It has an iPod cord in the glove compartment so you can control your iPod through the stereo. Perfect for personal jam-sessions on my way to work. ;)
With the help of my parents I got the car all clean and fixed up and ready for sale. I took some product shots while I was in Utah. And Klane wrote an awesome KSL ad. It made me laugh:
With most Corollas in this model year being posted with nearly double the mileage, at under 71,000 she's just getting warmed up... But if it gets too warm you can hit the a/c.
This 5 seater can go from A to B while you're controlling your iPod/iPhone from it's Alpine/Pioneer custom stereo system. Its brand new battery has less than 4 miles on it. I've tracked the gas mileage for the last 3 years at an average of over 30 mpg. It's taken a move to NYC to pry my wife's fingers from the steering wheel.
Finding flaws in this economical marvel isn't easy — a defunct rear defroster says, "I always look ahead," and a mini-compartment with a loose door on the center console gives instant access to coupon books and your Cafe Rio punch card.
Other than that, a flawless title, well kept interior, clean mechanical record and a model year pre-dating the Toyota quality control melt-down lets you drive this beauty away worry-free.
Yep, my husband works at an advertising agency. Oh man, I love that guy. Maybe he should've been a copy-writer.