you're baby's comin to get ya

Have any of you readers had the pleasure of seeing the film It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World? In one scene, a very sunburnt character (Sylvester, his mother is portrayed by Ethel Mermann) in tiny red lifeguard shorts is blazing down the highway in the California desert. He is sobbing, because he is an emotional windbag, because his brother-in-law has just humiliated his mother in broad daylight. As he believes he is coming to her rescue, he is flooring his red sportscar, getting air at times, and shrieking, "Your baby's comin to get ya, Mama! Oh, you had me to save you!" I absolutely wet my pants laughing every time I see this.
The reason I have shared this scene with you is that I have fantastic news, after such an emotional mindjob. My car has saved me many times, including both head-on collisions where IDIOTS have failed to yield turning left in front of me ("I didn't see you!" That's b/c you're an idiot. Mind you, I am secretly Wonder Woman in my invisible plane, but I don't want to blow my cover to an idiot like you.) without airbags. And now, in about a week, my baby is comin home. Yes kids, I'm putting another heart into that old mom-mobile and driving that stationwagon into the ground! The purring engine, the speaking steering column on a hot day, and the lack of a cd player will be mine to experience once more. He may have to be renamed "Sparticus" for his spirit and pep. I have now personified two cars. Should you wish to tell me "you're weird" and dismiss me to the nice gentlemen in white wishing to wrap me in a straightjacket, that'd be a shame.