My GEO Metro: Look Who's Laughing Now!

Back in the year 1990, my friends started to laugh at me while I was sitting there digging through the GEO sales brochures to make sure that I really did know about all options available to put on a GEO Metro.

These friends laughed as I marched onto the GEO Metro lot to procure my cute little GEO Metro car.

These friends laughed while I argued for a rare factory installed sun roof.

These friends laughed when my new itty-bitty GEO Metro was delivered to the driveway.

These friends laughed when I put my appropriate saying GEO Metro personalized license plates onto the car.

These friends laughed as I took off in my GEO Metro to find out if a 100lb female could get better gas mileage than the listed 50-55 miles per gallon on the sticker.

These friends taught my children to laugh when I insisted that they get into my cute GEO Metro for important events like the first day of school, or later for their high school graduations.

My children laughed as they helped me to install the "beep-beep" horn on my GEO Metro so that they could finally prove to their disbelieving friends that I really was crazy.

My children laughed and refused to get into my GEO Metro on the snowy day that I tried to pick them up from school with my cute little car decorated in Christmas lights.

My children laughed the night that the eldest won the large size teddy bear at the carnival and I had to seat-belt him into the passenger seat of my GEO Metro.

Everybody always laughed when Sam, my drooling Rottweiler + St. Bernard dog decided that it was his turn for a ride in my GEO Metro. There was barely room in a GEO Metro for both Sam and a driver. But, we did it.

People laughed as I pulled my loaded GEO Metro up to multiple antique shows and calmly unpacked a complete display booth worth of shelving, small furniture, and other goodies for sale. They laughed; but I really can do better than most on my GEO-pack skills.

The cop laughed as he hit his red lights and pulled my GEO Metro over for letting me play race driver down the winding road coming off of the mountain... Bad GEO Metro! That was not a good idea.

The teenagers laughed as my tiny GEO Metro zipped around them and snuggled in with the Harley's while they were desperately trying to find a parking place before the concert began.

My elder mother laughed as she had me explain again why we had to get into my GEO Metro to go to the doctor. She wanted to know if my toy sized car was really legal to be on the road.

The tow-truck driver laughed at my GEO Metro sitting buried up to the sunroof in a snow bank where it slid off of the road one winter. Was I really sure that a real car was down there? What questions. Of course a real car was down there; I was carrying the sun roof window that I had to remove to get out.

The other campers laughed at my GEO Metro as it came bumping in toward their off road camp area with an ice chest strapped to the roof. Those same campers were in a different state laughing when my GEO Metro materialized at a nice little lake with a nice little boat on top. Those laughing campers... Well, they just followed me around for years in my GEO Metro.

My ex-husband and his attorney laughed openly on court record as I fought for my cute old GEO Metro to drive home in. No, I didn't want those other things. I wanted my GEO Metro.

The caravan of thirteen large trucks laughed at my GEO Metro as I explained over CB Radio that I was in a hurry, would they mind if I tucked myself in about mid-way up the line to keep the cops off of my tail. Each laughed at my GEO Metro individually as I played leap-frog to get myself into position.

The mechanic laughed at my GEO Metro when I broke a part a few years ago. He suggested that I check out the toy store for the spare part that I needed.

The original friends laughing at my GEO Metro looked me up about 12-years later and laughed hard over the fact that my cute GEO Metro was still with me.

The original friends laughing at my GEO Metro tried to talk some sense into me about being seen in that old car about 15-years later.

Today is 18-years later, and I am still very much in love with my cute little GEO Metro. With oil prices at 139+ a barrel today, what's not to love about my dear old 50+ miles-per-gallon companion?

Note to friends: Got your message. Nope. My GEO Metro is not for sale.

Note to daughter: Got your message. Nope. My GEO Metro is not for sale.

Note to person leaving phone number on car. Nope. My GEO Metro is not for sale.

It's finally my turn to laugh. This feels great!!!