camarohmygosh.

Chevy is a sponsor of this thing in Chicago.

They had a silver Camaro sitting on the expo floor.

I asked if I could sit in it.

Not only did they say yes, they said there was one outside THAT I COULD DRIVE.

The Dude Magnet.

And it was yellow.

So I did.

(turn up the sound to hear the car, squeals of ecstasy optional.)

In the time it took you to watch that Cody simultaneously seethed with jealousy, beamed with pride, rolled his eyes and cringed with fear.

(Oh, and in other news I won stuff, basically got President Obama’s phone number, cried, may have single handedly solved America’s sucky healthcare system with Loralee, cried some more, danced, won some more stuff, had a vibrator thrown at me by a table full of bawling women, spoke on the most amazing panel to ever be at BlogHer that thing in Chicago ever which resulted in some more crying. = GOOD DAY.)

31 thoughts on “camarohmygosh.

  1. Um, so freakin’ cooolio!! The video I had to watch at least 4 times, because it made me giggle…and pee a little. Um, if I recognize the passenger is that Mommy from the Midwest??

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  2. you have NO idea how jealous i am right now…my love of muscle cars and the sounds they make sometimes makes me think i should have been born a man

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  3. My first car was a flashy white Camaro. I loved it so. I miss the smell. It was a combination of coconut & Verbena spray from bath & Body works covering up stale cigarette smoke and make-out sessions. Oh man. It was the best smelling car EVER.

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  4. SO fun! I drove a Camaro until I had little princesses who needed carseats (safety’s overrated). It was a *weee bit* older *ahem* ’91. Her name was Cammy. I’ll never forget her. Sniff, sniff.

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