I’ve mentioned my love of fantasizing about hot hate sex with Jeremy Clarkson Top Gear before, I’m sure. In fact, if I’d never sat down and watched “that funny show with those guys who do things to cars” I would have never realized how awesome cars actually are. At first, cars were secondary to the antics of the hosts, but then as I continued watching, I developed a real enthusiasm for super cars. Because I always desperately love that which I cannot attain. I’m looking at you, James May.
Imagine my delight when I found GreenLambo, a seller on fiverr.com who, for five dollars, will write anything you want on a piece of paper, stick it somewhere on a green Lamborghini (to my untrained eye, it looks like one of the Gallardos), and send you a picture. Obviously, I needed to jump on this.
The only problem was, my plan for my fiverr.com adventure was to create disingenuous viral hype. How could I justify comparing myself to a lime green Lamborghini? While I’m awesome, I have to say, I’ve seen a Lamborghini in person before. It was in New York City. My husband, friend Jill and I were standing in front of the statue of Atlas outside of 30 Rockefeller Plaza (doobie doobie daaaah!) when I turned and saw an Astin Martin Vantage parked in front of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. As I raised my phone to snap a picture, a blinding white Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder wove through traffic that looked like it was standing still in comparison. The noise it made could only be described as the high, incessant whine of an electric guitar solo in an 80’s hair band mixed with the growl of bedsprings as the lead singer of that band got down with his lady love in a frenzied, early-AIDS panic meshing of unprotected sex and the threat of death.
It was a transformative experience.
So, obviously, I couldn’t say something in the picture like, “Jennifer Armintrout is cooler than this car.” It wouldn’t make sense. I mean, the experience I had seeing that car in action, just feet from me, was a religious vision. For a split second I actually had considered jumping into traffic, just for the story. “So you were in the hospital for how many weeks?” “It doesn’t matter, it was worth it.” I couldn’t even say, “Jennifer Armintrout is exactly as awesome as this car,” because if i had jumped into traffic and the wounds incurred were fatal, I would have whispered, “I… was… perfect!” like Natalie Portman at the end of Black Swan, that’s how amazing this was. I can’t live up to that. And I just couldn’t stand to stain this guy’s fine automobile with a lie.
So, this is what I came up with:
Worth it.