Whenever Borski and I pass by cars that are outfitted (read: modified with accessories), I almost imagine myself salivating over these toys for the big boys. However, she never fails to keep me rooted and keep our priorities in mind where investments are concerned. First on our list would be a place of our own. That is perfectly practical because cars nowadays start depreciating as soon as they leave the showroom. But still you can’t blame me for wanting to have one of those.

When I travel to work, which usually takes around 1 and a half hours, I usually indulge myself in reveries of pimping my ride, should I get my wish of owning one of those. Part of my imaginary pimping work plan would include the mags, “boom boom” sounds, and perhaps the grille, much like the Chevy grille that I found online.

If dressing up Barbies works for girls, in the same way, this works for me.

I can only smile in anticipation.

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