Pumpkin Pie Mobile

I remember back to the deep and distant past when I was first given a ride in the Pumpkin Pie Mobile. It had recently been sold to its current owner - a man for whom there is no epithet suitable and no adjective worthy save perhaps for "inimitable" or "ineffable." I sat on the kerb waiting quite patiently for the car to arrive, beside myself with anticipation at being taken for a ride in a car. It was a sunny day, and bees were a-buzz, and birds were a-song, and clouds were a-fluff, and I was a-joy. Before long, I could hear a clamour coming up the hill. It sounded like a badly-maintained two-stroke engine, or an old man trying very hard to clear a lump of phlegm from a decades-old throat. Around the corner, struggling valiantly, came the eponymous car of this site.

Painted the most cheerful colour of brown, with interior to match, driving by a person who was simply a smile, the Pumpkin Pie Mobile drew up beside me. I got up, opened a door, hopped in, and closed the door behind me. It shut with a determined thunk and I at once felt secure. It was solidly built, like a bunker on wheels, and I knew that in the remote chance we crashed I would most probably walk away entirely unscathed.

Since then, I have had the complete pleasure of being ferried about by the Pumpkin Pie Mobile. Whether early in the day, or late at night, whether in the fiercest snow or the brightest sun, it always drives without trouble and without breaking down at all. It's equipped with the most modern of sound-systems for the entertainment of all aboard. It's seats are enormously comfortable, well-padded things, perfect for even the longest of road-trips. One's buttocks would never tire of sitting on such wondrous upholstery. Indeed, the loveliness of the car is surpassed only by the niceness of it's owner.