I eat a lot. A whole lot of f Thai food that is. I have an obsession with Thai dishes. If I was on death row for committing a capital crime, my last meal would be Kra-pow gai. That's basil leaf chicken for non kon-thais (thai people)
A long time ago my ex and I would always giggle whenever we heard people say "Can we order the FAT Thai. I know sometimes the menu reads FAT thai, but really you should pronounce it phut thai or pad thai.
Fat in Thai is pronounced Oooo-wen as in like “ooooh you’re so in trouble” So I quess my blog thai translation is ooohwen-thai.
Well I have to apologize tumblr because i’m about to dilute my fat-thai theme. You see this blog is about my life. And although thai-food and eating in general make up like 99.9 percent of my life, I do love cars.
I’m at a cross roads in my life. Last Thursday I had the pleasure of driving my mom and brother’s family to LAX at 6 a.m. I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep and so at 5:00 a.m. I made my way to Mc. Donalds from a breakfast deluxe. I went in my 350z sports car.
Something about that morning marine layer, that empty road, the sound of a baritone and perfectly balanced v6 engine. The sights, the sounds, the gear lever in my hand. It was a visceral wake-you-up adulterous experience. But you i’m about to go to law school for three years. That means three years of busy work. My Nissan 350z deserves more driving time and attention to detail. I’m really thinking about selling it.
I have a buyer in Las Vegas, Surprisingly, the car has kept almost 50% is value after over 7 years. I know it still looks the part but the internal combustion engine is a dinosaur. I want a sports car with more mpg and that same raw feel.
Should I sell it and wait until hybrids become more sporty? After driving a Camry hybrid, with its lack luster performance, I’m not satisfied. But then again i’m busy most of the time. But there always exist the wee a.m. hours where I could have the road to myself. A road I use to travel through the Golden Gate bridge making my way back from many late nights back during my college days. The morning always exists. The morning is always mine.