Along with the Cadillac, I bought some crazy Jaguar that was more like a high-tech gokart than a convertible. The sest was a couple inches off the ground and water more than a couple inches deep would stall the electric motor and worse wash over me. That was okay because it was so light, I could pick it up and carry it to the next dry patch. It was a cinematic thrill ride.
We were still living in the house above Horseshoe Bend. After a series of adventures shooting the puddles on the way to the highway and driving slowly through very tony boutiques that are absolutely unimaginable there (being very polite to not get tire stains or oil on the carpets), i get to the junction of the Old Highway and State Highway 55. It is great fun trying to figure out the obscure cruise control, stereo and drive mode buttons.
At this point, I can see i need to go get the Cadillac. Snow banks are falling on the hillsides into a body of snowmelt many feet deep.
Freud would have so much fun analyzing this dream.
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