How much can you love a thing?

Halle Berry, Angie Everhart and Rebecca Romijn were in a big hot tub, drinking Moet and eating lobster. Every time I walked by they said, "C'mon, Chuck! Party time! Cheryl said it's okay!"

That last part clued me in to the fact that it was a fantasy. On the showroom floor of Priority Chevrolet in Chesapeake, there was a black, 6 liter V8, 2005 Corvette Coupe. My God, it was beautiful. They've been making Corvettes for over fifty years, and I swear all the details on this one are the best. The shape of the fenders, the roofline, the round taillights, the nose, the side scoop. Fantastic.

There were two things that stopped me from leaving with that car. One was the $58,000 price tag. That was supposed to bring me back to reality. The other thing was that it was Black, and not Victory Red. If it had been red, I would have killed everyone in the building to get my hands on it.

A Magnetic Red Metallic Corvette appeared at the front of the building, but that didn't trigger the Serial Killer Inside. Perhaps fortunately.

I consoled myself with the fact that when I do get around to playing GranTurismo4, I will have One Hundred Thousand Dollars (insert Dr. Evil voice here) to begin the game with thanks to my save file for GT3. In fact, our salesman Chuck ("Hi Chuck, I'm Chuck") said that his son was getting GT4 for his birthday that very day, and I told him to start with the GT3 save file (thanks, Tee) to get the Hundred Large. I assume when he sees his little boy's eyes well up with tears of gratitude he will GIVE ME THAT FUCKING CORVETTE!!!!

Signing off from Fantasyland, I remain...