Of Pirates and Cars...

“Now, bring me that horizon…” – Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean

Pirates of the Caribbean is my favorite movie. I've watched it dozens of times, have most lines memorized, yet still am not even remotely bored with it. Why? It has little to do with the gorgeous Caribbean scenes - or the gorgeous male cast, if I dare say. It has little to do with the exciting adventurous story line – as fun as it may be. It has little to do with the fact that watching the movie has become my winter dosage of beaches and warm weather (aside from my recent trip, of course). I love Pirates because I can absolutely relate to Jack Sparrow, not in his crazy, wobbling, Keith Richards antics, but in his passionate and undying love of the Black Pearl. (And possibly his hobby of boozing… hard.)


“That’s what a ship really is, you know – not a keel and a hold and a deck and sails. That’s what a ship needs. But what ship is, what the Black Pearl really is, is freedom.”

Watching Pirates, Jack Sparrow in the last scene has a clever wink in his eye as he maneuvers his compass, steering his ship to untold treasures. Aside from being orgasmically handsome in that moment, he is truly happy. You can see the excitement flowing through his veins, the satisfaction of controlling his precious ship glowing in his smile. I have that same smirk when I find myself behind the wheel of my bright red Cavalier convertible, staring down an open highway, chasing the sunset. I am rid of all worries. I am living the moment. I am free.


“Stop blowing holes in my ship!”

No matter how beat up my car is, I look at it like it is the nicest vehicle on the block. It's a Chevy. It's a 97. But it’s my baby and I’d do just about anything to keep driving it. When I am behind the wheel, shifting gears, blaring my classic rock with the top down and wind running through my hair, I feel like the most powerful woman on Earth. I could fight pirates. And damn, I feel hott. I mean, who doesn’t want a cute blond in a red convertible?


“da da de da… and really bad eggs… drink up me ‘earties, yo ho!”

Convertibles are the personification of fun. You think pirates had a good time? Take a ride with me, son. Let me drive you around on a warm summer night while you lay back and watch the stars fly overhead. Let me fly down the highway, leaving drooling men in the dust (yes, that is how me and my girls spend our high school days off). Let me put in one of my mixed CDS and play you a soundtrack to fun. In my car, life is good. Nothing else matters.


"Let's just say, it's a matter of leaverage..."

You can buy Pirates of the Caribbean by clicking on its picture on the right. You can’t buy my car, though. Sorry. It’s mine. And I don't share well.


"You cheated!"
"Pirate~"

And if you do, go for the Lexus hard-top. In cherry red. Hmmmmmm… speaking of orgasmically gorgeous…