"Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches"
-Peaches, Presidents of the USA
Lately I have been dreaming of road tripping down the south coast, buying a farm on the cliff of an ocean and having a veggie patch an acre long. There is something about the summer sun, that makes us crave the wind to be blowing through our hair and 7-eleven slurpee straws in our mouths.
I'm in the process of trying to find an epic car (to make these very dreams come true...and so I can get an effing coffee in the morning without having to rock climb down the fierce excuse for a hill I currently live on).
Looking at hundreds of cars on the internet is super laaaaaame and even more pathetically boring. How many effing Excels are there out there?! (Can I get a "too many!"). It has really got me wishing I was back in the 50s-70s, when they made cars as solid as trucks and as cool as The Little Mermaid (I'm making jewellery today and am channelling Ariels treasure trove).
All that aside it made me remember the coolest car I ever did touch.
As if you wouldn't hitch up your skirt for a ride in this bad boy!
So I present part II of the adventures of Maddy and Giles.
I bet this gets you in the mood to be tripping too.