My New Car

I found my new car in the compact car parking spot
in the Vail garage, and no, I actually am not touching
the car or the alarm would probably go off.
My days of sliding my bottom across the crusty seats
of the Chrysler mini-van must surely be over, the
McLaren seats are clean, beckoning me to slide on
in, press my flip flops into that accelerator pedal and
zoom off into the sunset, but where could I park it
and not worry about theft and damage, or who would befriend
me so they could get a ride with me in my black McLaren.
I have never worried about false friends hovering around
my riches, my tidy  house or fancy car.
Maybe best that way.