On one of my walks through the Hollywood Hills this weekend, I came upon this magical car…
Now, I am not a “car person.” I know nothing about cars. I have a AAA card for a reason. And I simply sigh upon catching sight of the numerous dents and scratched on my trusty ole Toyota Corolla.
I am officially in love with this TR6. Sooooo sexy!
Double-O-seven can keep his gadgets. Don Drapper, shmapper. Smart car, what?
To me, this auto scene just screams, “man in bespoke suit hands me the keys and title to this lovely, little convertible, as a token of his appreciation, generosity and forethought.”
Oh, hell, a girl can dream, can’t she?