“Women aren’t into cars,” they tell me.
“My wife really just wants to get from Point A to Point B,” they say.
“She’s perfectly happy in her (Prius, crappy mini van, lame ass Accord, fill in a nightmare ride),” I’ve heard it all. But I just don’t buy it.
You know who else doesn’t buy it? The chic driving this masterpiece:
I saw this car on Sunday in Woodland Hills. Then I saw it again on the 101. Then like a mythical, magical siren luring me into the jaws of LA traffic, I’d see her and she’d instantly disappear. But when I spotted her yesterday on La Cienega and realized..it was time to hunt that bitch down!
So I pulled a u-turn on Pico & waited for the perfect moment to strike.
She ended up parking in front of ..you guessed it…a nail salon. So I went up and introduced myself.
I had so many questions: Where does one score both a small and an extra large pink bedazzled Mercedes emblem? What about those “I Heart Pink” seat covers? Is this what she dreamed about as a little girl? Do people stop her all the time? Oh and those wheels:
Where? When? What was her inspiration? I could’ve grilled her for hours.
But guess what? She couldn’t care less. She was very busy, shuffling her bionic parts into that nail salon. She clearly had plenty of sh*t to buff out.
And you know what? I’m down with that. I don’t need all the details. I don’t even need to make a big deal out of it. I certainly don’t need another friend with a black luxury crossover with hot pink racing stripes, I’m kind of maxed out in that demographic anyway.
But I do want to celebrate you– Hot Pink Bedazzled Mercedes Lady. You are everything I love about LA car culture– loud, daring and filled with fantastic contradictions. I hope you inspire women everywhere to forget about what they “should” be driving and to be whoever they want to be behind the wheel!