Okay, I'm about to redefine frivolous on a holiday Monday.
I confess, I love my Mini Cooper.
Here he is looking dapper at the Salton Sea.
Ah, the liberal guilt: yes, I'm contributing to BMW's corporate branding just the same as when I use my Macbook in the Starbucks, and yes, I'm ashamed I didn't buy American (Ford is SO kicking ass!) and I do wish Hans were electric, or better yet, if he ran on hydrogen, I might need to refuel him only once a year instead of only once every two weeks. Driving in Southern California sucked 100% until I bought Hans. Now, I daresay it's fun. Sometimes. Most of the time. I love waving at the other Mini drivers. Usually it's another gay man or a confident liberal woman my age or older. So I figure I must be doing something right.
More photos below the fold.
Here he is in Santa Barbara wine country:
And here he is in Joshua Tree National Park:
And at the beach in Ventura:
Okay, I'm done. I only wanted to bring a smile to your face before you browse your way back into the vast, dim jungle of American politics and its evil host of scary monsters like Michele Bachmann and her glistening incisors.