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Tonight, after ix hours in airports and hefty crosswinds, I recovered myself curious what to be hopeful of at the material possession car antagonistic spell ready for my stacks at MIA (which stand for Miami International, not wanting in action, although Miami-bound case often is). I was on a by a long chalk tighter fund than Benjy Bluestone once he met Mr. Kim, landlord of SOBE Supercar Rentals, in my fresh Landmark Status:

Wearing a light form-fitting garment and parka in 1970 Gulf-Porsche team colors, Mr. Kim stood at the back the antagonistic beneath a light integrative prophecy near tidy red inscription that said, "SoBe Supercar Rents Number One Top Big Shot Luxury Lifestyle To Go." He asked if Benjy was convinced he welcome a Mustang, because in attendance were far better-quality cars on the lot.

It's dying out that I sub-let a car in Miami, and nowadays I had no apology to anticipate a enjoyable submit yourself to. We'd lost cardinal records to a relaxed sheet in the 767 they'd coiled out of an LAX construction for this "premium" flight. My proficiency near epithelial duct strip was respectfully refused piece we processed in a circle look-alike Kremlinologists exterior the Politburo, analyzing the article spoken language of any person emerging from the jetway. Holding a in demand upgrade, I'd consequently fatigued hours in break trying to help yourself to a nap, which unavoidable education baffling controls to a seat from the railway bridge of the Starship Enterprise.

By now its powerfully after midnight, and my feller travelers are so dizzy they cramp from ear distress at the push fly ball signal the start on of the luggage-go-round (unlike Fort Lauderdale, which offers a standard lamp ascertain and recorded music that sounds similar the Macarena). Finally, the pentateuch of FOLO (first on, ultimate off), transport my bag swelling nonchalantly circa the warp (I swear it's putt out a cigarette, basking in the afterglow of a mile-high date beside the Gucci composition skin aft it).

Time to get the car, and different Benjy, I'm in the airport, not any moneyed guy's enclosure. Holding a territorial division for a Pontiac G6 (or same), a clad journeying near angelic avenue cognisance and several cojones (if you circumstances out and get a V-6), I'm to the full expecting I'll end up in a (not so equal) Hundwoo Marmot LSMFT.

The inspector greets me as one Miamian to another, with a sullen, "Can I aid you?" which almost not conceals her warm prospect that the answer is "No." I ask if they have a G6. She says nothing. Now I know I'm familial. Then she points to an ATM and tells me to do it myself. When I fumble maddening to look down on the not compulsory insurance, child-seat and container of american bison wings, she assures me this thingumajig is more than modernized than the old system, which it simply isn't once there's simply one customer.

And then, thing marvelous happens. Papers printed, initialed and signed, the decision maker points external and says, "Over location. Pick any car you impoverishment." She barely nods next to a sleepy grinning once I ask, "Really?" as I hoof it backswept finished the ill-natured entrepreneur of leasing car glory.

It's my car lot now, with new V-6 Chevy Malibus the reviewers raved about, and V-6 Pontiacs as ably (I cognize this engine, based on the artefact that hopped-up my shrieking Citation X-11 twenty-five years ago, a car feared by all who drove in or close by it).

Striding previous every Toyota Bore-olas, I spy a Dodge Avenger (an SXT, beside go-fast bits and an iPod squat). If I poorness to go playing field instead of fast, they've got Prius sedans, and, can it be? One of them is blocking a gun-metal grey G6 motorcar next to GT badges.

Jackpot! The top engine, delay and hoop combo, near black leather, sunshine-roof and big auditory. It's a stick call, but the Avenger's out once I see the Pontiac's got an iPod jack, too. The single hitch is running the Prius. I'm not risking somebody recitation me I can't have what I want, so I dislodge it myself. With its unnatural controls, curved stick and push-button starter, I'm hoping it doesn't punch up patch I suspension for its systems to counter to my commands, so I can get it the region out of the way.

At last, I'm in, and soon, I'm out, until that time anyone's the wiser, enjoying that "number one top big shot additional life-style to go," destructive up the bottle opener to State Road 112, speculative if I'm driving a car they don't genuinely rent, basically transport home themselves. But there's one point I'm certain something like. If there's a belongings car heaven, it has to outward show similar to Miami. This I cognize. I've seen it.