Sunday, 18 November 2007 | 4:15 pm

Smooth Ride

I've given up all hope of my parents ever buying me a convertible, because quite frankly, they can get downright dangerous. I figure seeing as I'm such a good daughter, I deserve an expensive, fast car. Say, a Merc? Or a Beamer? How about a Volvo, or maybe a Lexus?

My poor parents, I feel so sorry for them.

Love,
Mel

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I think my dad is slightly disturbed about my love for pushing the speed limit. I doubt he will ever cave in and buy me a high-powered vehicle. *sigh* I guess I'm stuck with Bessie the Bomb.