nergeo metro
…that someone loves their geo convertible more than me?
If so, this would be he. This person wrote a review of his car for four years straight:
http://www0.epinions.com/review/auto_Make-1992_Geo_Metro/content_106619702916
…and has a photo album of all the great places he drove it:
That’s amore!
It doesn’t get more styley than this!
K & I spent a few hours today shining up our amazing! fantastic! Geo convertible. Here’s a photo of the results.
Your French lessons for today (didn’t see that coming, did you?):
J’ai fait brillé la decapotable.
I shined the convertible.
‘Nough said.
I was searching online for articles about how to safely drive a convertible. It seems that most “safety tips” are along the lines of “wear sunscreen” and “birds poop in open convertibles.” I guess there’s no real difference in driving them. But I did run across this blog posting about how driving a convertible makes you an asshole* which I found rather amusing. Of course, driving a Geo convertible does NOT have this affect, since they are too cute to cause such personality disorders.
BTW, you may have noticed that I have made a new nerge category just for the Geo called nergeo metro.
*Be sure to read the comments on this post.
Since I’m with K for the rest of my existence, I no longer have foolish love affairs. And being pet-free, I no longer adopt irresistibly cute animals who prove to have behavior problems or psychological disorders. Apparently, though, it’s a basic human need to behave in a fool-hardy manner from time to time. And so, K and I bought a very cute car, site unseen, with no idea yet how much this car is really going to cost us.
But hey, it gets 45 mpg. It’s a Geo! CONVERTIBLE!
K and I have decided that convertibles are much better than motorcycles. Compare my new Geo Metro with my old 1983 Kawasaki GPZ550:
You don’t have to wear a helmet — so you can look up and see the sky
You can sit side by side with cute people you know while they look cool
You can play the radio
It’s got a nice heater
It’s got an airbag
We have named it the Red Hot Chili Pepper and Ziggy Stardust. Two names because it so rules!
I’ve written before about how great my car is, but I have a need to gloat some more. Recently, the EPA released a new site, fueleconomy.gov, where you can compare the fuel economy of different cars. The thumbnail here links to a screenshot of the comparison of my 1993 Geo against 2009 Hybrids. Lo and behold, 
, a car I bought ten years ago for $3,000 has virtually the same mileage, carbon footprint (a term I despise, but anyway), and whatnot as a $26,000 car. Plus, any fool can see how much cuter my car is. I rest my case.
Gloat, gloat, gloat!
The title of this post is based on a Le Tigre song, which these adorable children have made a video for. My favorite line in this song is “I hate Guiliani/ he’s such a fucking jerk:”:
My Geo Metro. Ten years ago, when I decided to buy a car, I researched which one had the highest MPG, and the Metro came out on top. I bought a ‘93 four-door for $3000, cash. Almost everyone I know acted alarmed. “That car is not safe,” said various friends and acquaintances. “It’ll never last,” said my mechanic. And no one was thinking about fuel economy when gas was $1.25 a gallon. I can’t be the only person on earth who knew in 1998 gas prices would skyrocket in the future, but it sure seems that way.
Now everyone is whining and moaning about how much gas their cars/SUVs use, blah blah blah. Even the hybrids don’t get better mileage than the metro, a car that has had no major repairs in 15 years. Tom and Ray of Car Talk, who would always mock owners of Geos by saying, “When are you going to get a new car?”, are singing a different song. They are *telling* folks to buy a used Metro. Ha ha HAH. All you people who laughed at my dinged-up, crummy-looking, tiny car can just EAT IT.
And another thing: all you people who told me for years to drink water instead of tea: I’m glad I ignored your advice, too.