There is simply nothing manlier than driving around in a convertible festooned with pink breast cancer awareness stickers. I could be John Elway or Sean Connery or Hulk Hogan and still would have swished and sashayed my way through Seattle, had I been driving one of those vinyl-clad pinkmobiles.
All that aside, I did manage to clock 25+ miles of driving (which translates to, I believe, $25+ for breast cancer research) and I also managed to clock at least as many opinions about the four different cars I drove.
Stay tuned. I'll get into the nitty-gritty later this week.
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