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Honey, I lost the Car – in Georgia!
It’s ‘Dawg-Gone easier than you might think.
I’ve always been content driving my white 2016 Honda Pilot. It's nothing sexy; it screams dad car — I am 70 — and gets me from point A to point B.
Like my wheels, I am unabashedly lean and mean. And while we each have an acquired taste for dings, together I’m told we exude a hint of understated elegance.
Apparently, having a white SUV in the South is a thing. In the blazing sun, the inside remains cooler, which explains its abundance.
When I look out in any parking lot in Georgia — where every other SUV is white — I find it hard to pick mine out from an endless sea of Lexus’s and other 2016–2024 Pilots sandwiched around it. Understated, yet elegant.
Herein lies the dilemma.
One evening, I ran into a store ahead of my wife as she finished a phone conversation. She’d be right behind me, or so I thought. As I reached the doorway, a better parking space opened in front, and unbeknownst to me, my wife moved the car.
The plot thickens
What are the odds that a driver of an identical Pilot would park in that first space? Hint: we live in Georgia.
Once inside the store, my wife and I focused on furniture, artwork, and knickknacks. In…
