Uber Awesomeness

If you ever have the privilege of visiting our small town in Iowa there is one thing you will notice in an instance.

It appears as though Pontiac has thrown up here.

Oldsmobile, Chevy and Ford are not too far behind, but honestly I cannot think of one time when I have left the house that I was not driving behind; along side of; or in front of a Pontiac.
A Grand Am, A Grand Prix - it does not matter. They all still exist and they all reside in our small town.
It is a rare occasion to see one that is NOT silver, this must have been the deal Pontiac got on paint at their local Costco.
Once in a while I will see one that is trying to be unique and it will be rust free and have some perty wheels or somethin, but really they are all the same.

Why do I know so much?

I am, in a geeky, yet very talented way - secretly cool about my knowledge of each make and model of every car ever made.


I remember one time when I was younger, my twin sister and I were standing outside a clothing store waiting for our parents to pick us up. It was dark out, so every car had their lights on. We played a little game of guess that car as we waited and looked for our parents to arrive. We guessed every car right.
It was then and there that I began to hone my skills, and by skills I mean like Napoleon Dynamite and hunting for wolverines type skills.

Worthless

and yet I still find myself doing it today. As A grown women. In my Thirties. And somehow this is ok.

You can either laugh, or go for a ride with me at night and I'll show you how cool I really am.

I have never had to put my skills to a true test. I have never saved a life by knowing the make and model of a car, or using my cool ability of identifying it just by seeing the headlights.

The police have never called for my professional assistance. Although the one time I was watching Cops, the nice Police man involved in a pursuit, totally called in the wrong make and model of the car he was chasing - I would have been of great assistance - I assure you of that!

Several years ago, while visiting my aunt in Utah my Dad put me on the spot and shared with my relatives how "talented" I was at this. I was hesitant at first. I was not prepared to show my secret talent on the spot like that.
My aunt began doubting that I was truly gifted. I knew then that I had to show her I was able. I made my dad proud as I whipped the name of every car that would pass us on the opposite side of the freeway. My aunt with her mouth dropped open was amazed. Although looking back, she was probably wondering why I wasted my time on something so un-useful.

I think that I could possibly be good at this because I used to play with Matchbox cars as a child. And by child I mean until I was like 15 or 16.

If you are feeling less than blessed right now, I want to assure you that if you have yet to find your uber awesome talent, don't be jealous, you have to work at it. You will find yours too, it just takes a lot of hard work and dedication of useless information.