As if my childish antics and refusal to grow up weren't enough to have many of you wondering what my true age was, one of my Christmas gifts this year will completely baffle you.
My mom bought me a remote control car (from Radio Shack no less) that was so perfect for me it's scary. You might be pondering why a 26-year-old would be so excited about a toy that most 15-year-olds would think they were too old for.
Well, first of all it is because I haven't owned a remote control car in years and I love them. But secondly, and more importantly, this model car is special. It is a 1:12-scale replica of the Aston Martin DBS from "Casino Royale."
When I unwrapped the paper off of the box and saw what it was my eyes lit up like a young boy finding a puppy underneath the Christmas tree or seeing his bicycle with a big red bow taped to the handle bars for the first time.
I had to charge the batteries last night and have not yet been able to get behind the wheel of my new vehicle, but I plan to today after work. I will most assuredly believe that as I move my furniture around to make room for a track that when I begin controlling James Bond's newest vehicle I will become the smooth spy with a heart like ice.
Make fun of me as much as you want, I don't care. I am really excited to make ramps and set up the scene where Vesper is in the roadway as Bond screams along the dark street toward her helpless, bound body.
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sigh...
You mock me, but I don't care. I have tested the limits of my apartment with that little vehicle. And to my surprise, it can move really fast. I have problems with spinning out when trying to make a simple turn, but it makes it really cool when I do a 180 degree spin from reverse to forward.
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