Who the fuck buys a hearse and then is like "Hmmm, it's pretty goth but NOT GOTH ENOUGH FOR ME! I'm gonna need to get me some plywood and some stained glass and build a little evil church on top." If had me that shit I would've totally redid it to look like the Ghostbuster's car. (Although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure if that's more gay or less gay?)
On Tuesday morning my fever finally broke and I decided to go car shopping. I still wasn't sure if I actually wanted to buy a car out there, but considering the only two people I knew in the entire Bay Area were still in Paris, car shopping was better than "sitting on the couch more." I went to the BMW/Mini Cooper dealer to look into what a Mini'd cost. Turns out these cars are so in demand in SF that the dealership adds a $5k cost to the sticker price. I was like "Why?" The guy looked at me and laughed: "Uh....because we can." Thanks for clarifying that for me....DICK!
Upon landing, I hit the rental center and spent almost an hour trying to figure out what kind of car I wanted to rent. (I decided to rent one for a month while I decided whether or not to buy one). I came super close to getting this Dodge Magnum because it looks like the kind of station wagon that Darth Vader would drive if he had to make a grocery run. But in the end, it's piss poor gas mileage scared the crap out of me (Gas is like $2 a gallon? Last time I had a car shit was like $1.05!) and I ended up getting a no frills Nissan Sentra because it got awesome mileage and the stereo had a 1/8" input jack so I could plug in my iPod directly. Sold!
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