On my way home from classes today, I happened to look to my left and see my dream car sitting on the side of the road.
I had no idea it was my dream car until I saw it, but as soon as I'd looked over, it was instant love.
I could clearly see myself cruising down a hill at the speed of gravity pulling my bodyweight down to flat ground, a set of green turtle shells spinning around me madly as I waited until someone passed me to shoot one off at them by pressing the Z button.
Yes, my white go-cart or soapbox car (I couldn't tell if it was one or the other or a strange conglomeration of both), was sitting at the end of someone's driveway with a For Sale sign attached to the front. You have no idea exactly how tempted I was to pull over and check it out.
It would have solved so many problems. Unfortunately I don't think go-carts are street legal, nor do I think a soapbox car would get me to and/or from school.
Also, I think Nintendo totally made up the whole turtle shell shooting mechanism.
As it is, I continued to drive my mom's beat up minivan home at just over ten miles over the suggested speed limit and imagine myself shooting turtle shells at the people I passed while listening to eighties music from the ancient iPod we've yet to get rid of.
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