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The Raptor and Luigi

May 2, 2013 - Paul Giannamore
For now, know that I’m filing much later than noon for today’s Pablog, so it’s not going to be one of great worldy issues, but after a busy day, there was more to do.

Because it’s a beautiful night out there tonight in the Ohio Valley and The Boss decided to do something we haven’t done in a very long time: An evening walk on River Avenue.

And on the way out, she and I spied a very large, very menacing and really cool Dodge Ram down the street. Solid black. Even the usually gigantically chromed grille. The only chrome, the only thing breaking up the sea of glossy and menacing black paint was the 20-inch chrome wheels and the HEMI logos on the front fenders. Cool. And I knew immediately as The Boss started smiling.

Secretly and not-so-secretly, she wants that truck. Actually, she wants one bigger and more menacing.

The Boss, driver of the oh-so-sensible, oh-so-economical Starship Sulu, the jewel-like little Civic, really would drive a Ford Raptor if fuel costs were no object. It’s something I’ve known about her since she sat down with my dad years ago and started watching “Walker, Texas Ranger.” Not for Norris. For his truck.

And as we progress toward the empty nest, I fear the Raptor more than the Reaper. Because it would come windshield high with the top of the opening of our garage entry, like a monster truck in an arena floor filled with old Chevy Malibus.

But that’s probably OK because The Boss surely fears the Italian Flea. I am in love with Luigi, the Fiat 500. I want one badly. Basic Pop coupe or convertible, Sport or Turbo, ultimately an Abarth, the killer hot rod scorpion car. Pick one. Preferably the color of a Roma tomato.

We prove that, after nearly 28 years, opposites truly do attract. The gearhead guy who wa ts nothing more than a little Italian job that gets great fuel mileage and doesn't take up more space than necessary while being all about fun, and the sensible car girl who really wants nothing less than an off-road racer named after a killer dinosaur with a mechanized version of the same kind of muscle.

What a pair.


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