“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing and the lawn mower is broken.” - James Dent

If I ever find a driving-instructor who can handle me for at least two more lessons than my last driving-instructor could, and if I ever manage to drive around the rotary intersection instead of right across it – then one of those future summer days, I will be driving a Corvette Cabriolet; one hand on the wheel, the wind in my hair, the sun reflecting in my Rayban-Wayfarer-glasses, Hotel California pumping out of my speakers and all the Sunet-Boulevard-drama that comes with it.