Pewter turns to gold--shocks all

Pewter is my new gold. In an overwhelming fit of bravery, Petey the Pewter Altima beat out the fresher, younger competitors in a 5.5-hour battle yesterday afternoon. Car dealers sat in awe as Petey pushed forward. No one believed he, or I, had the stamina to last so long. It was a slow and sure race fit for the gods. With seats warming, 6 CD's a-changin', and sun roofs posturing in tilt mode, the novice hipster model didn't stand a chance.

The 94,600 miles made Petey a bit heavy at first. You could tell in his sluggish start that it was going to be a race to the finish. But my words of encouragement really made him rev. In the end, there was no doubt in my mind that the line Petey had drawn in the dirt was what everyone feared crossing. He knew they would fear him and he declared his intentions appropriately (enter seboola thoughts...).

Congratulations, Petey. And welcome home.