There's a car driving around Amarillo and I want it.
I have no idea what make or model it is, but the closest description I can come up with is metallic, glow-in-the-dark Pepto Bismol pink. I have a fear of losing my car in the parking lot of the mall, Wal-Mart, etc., wandering up and down the aisles looking for my silver Corolla that looks like every other silver and/or white car in the parking lot. Years ago, when I had a yellow Dodge Colt, I could always find it.
When the Colt's age forced me into a newer car,I switched to a light blue Colt, which someone tried to steal from in front of the Globe-News building. After that Colt celebrated its 10th birthday with me, I switched to a navy blue Saturn. No one tried to steal it but people started running into me, saying they didn’t see me.
When it was time to switch, again after almost 10 years, I wanted something LOUD; something people could see from blocks away; something I could find in the parking lot. The car companies, though, wouldn't cooperate, so I ended up with the silver Corolla. I guess you really can’t always get what you want.