bitchen!

i had just swapped cars in fountain valley, and was in my Z on the way to get gas. i pulled up next to a faded red toyota tercel and noticed the driver was trying to get my attention. as i reached over and rolled down the passenger window, she shouted, “bitchen car!” as she waived her cigarette, she explained that she had a 1978. she had several cars now, according to her recounting of her situation. but unfortunately, she said, she had to spend alot of money on the one getting her around town now, replacing the catalytic converter and spending almost $800. the light turned green and i stalled until that last possible moment before the car behind me honked. i’m sure there was more to the story. i’m betting she didn’t even own a Z. maybe in her smokey, wrinkled, distant world’s reality.