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Anyone Want To Ride In A Burning Hot Coffin?

People? I am not lying when I say the husband's car is a burning coffin. It's black, leather seats and sits very low to the ground. I'm using it this weekend so the boys could load the van up with all the necessary "we're in the infield to watch the races" supplies.

This car? Almost the deaths of us. The air is cranked all the way and it's still muey en fuego. The girl has to have a sheet under her car seat so that her legs and back don't get third degree burns on them. That was fun discovering that hurt. My ears will thank her later.

I never thought I would drive a low rider. Yet there it is. I know, I know. I drove this same exact car for months when we first got it but now? The minivan has changed me. I like riding high (heh) and getting down into the car was killer on my back. I felt like I was the one driving in Nascar. Gah!

So if anyone wants to experience a sauna minus the humidity, gimme a call and I'll drive over to get ya.

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