Seriously. I feel like a stripper, I swear to God. Everywhere I go, I'm discouraging people from touching. "Look, don't touch, please." And I'm not even getting dollars in a g-string for my trouble! I'm going to start charging people $5 every time they touch my smart.



I'm sick to death of the hand prints and face marks on my car. Leave it alone. I know my car rocks. That's why I bought it. Its coolness is not an open invitation to rub your greasy, covetous hands all over it. I'm just… Continue

I want to fancify my smart. I just can't decided on what to do.



Should I add a wind-up key? A wrap job? New prism paint? Adorn it with smart-related bumper stickers?



Should I use it as billboard space? Maybe make some money?



I'll be all but settled on something, and then I'll look at Domo. And nothing seems quite right. Nothing matches him. He's a sweet little car, my blue and black smartie. Sweet and simple. I guess he'll stay how he is for now. At least, until… Continue