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Shelley’s Maserati Granturismo (is this right?) was suggested by a reader when I asked what kind of fancy roller skate she should drive. But that was 15 years ago! A 2010 Granturismo will now set you back about £20000, meaning that with careful long-term budgeting or irresponsible acquisition of credit, we can all buy one (I am sure the insurance and servicing are very cheap). See you at the car house!*
* Is this what where you buy cars is called?
Comments are back? Wheeee! I’d just like to say that I’m loving this. Not just for today’s comic but for the contrast with the recent stuff, I’ve been reading for years and it’s like boiling a frog, first you draw the frog in 7 panels then you turn the heat up and slowly it boils down to 5…
…wait, that wasn’t my point. It’s just nice to see the way things have changed, while remaining so well crafted.
It’s interesting isn’t it? It’s hard to put my finger on what’s different, in a way it’s everything? Maybe someone else will be more eloquent hehe
180 MPH is perfectly safe. It only gets dangerous when you exceed 200.
Well yes, that’s why it’s in red. 180MPH is a completely valid speed for driving through a farmer’s market or schoolyard.
I didn’t know you also lived here in Atlanta!
Well my Maserati does 185, so I think it’s safe to say life’s been good to Shelley so far.
I LOST MY LICENSE SO I CAN’T DRIVE!!
COMING AFTER YOU ALL!
COMING AFTER YOU ALL!
GOING OUT TO DUEL!!
I love Baby Charlotte
Honestly excited, I missed this story the first go ’round and I’m just happy to see Shelley in general
I think this is my favourite age of Lottie. Not sure whether it’s the innocence, the relative lack of cynicism, the open fondness for words like “wor” and “cor”, the relationship with Shelley or some delightful combination.
She’s so adorable and wee.
How ’bout that Des door knocker!
Woah! Good eye!
Yes, you bring your car home from the car house and store it in your car hole.
I agree with the spirit of the earlier comment that John’s revenge upon us is working as planned. Until now he had to put up with the daily stress of us gently flaying him with our banal comments. Now we have to sit on our hands for a week, waiting, waiting, waiting, posting, regretting… For instance, I missed the opportunity to ask if Blossom was wearing Joo Janta Peril-Proof Sunglasses, as they look normal in panel 2 but have become opaque by panel 5.
More a comment for the previous strip; I think “Don’t wink at any boy pandas” has to be one of my favorite Shelley-isms.
And it established a panda theme for Lottie much earlier than expected.
I was thinking the exact same thing, going forward in time to Lottie’s “Mind Panda” wrestling persona.
BTW if I recall correctly, isn’t this the same Maserati where Amy started going into labor?
I think that would be correct. The suspension was described as “crisp”.
Just for the record – the watermelon red “I Hate Heat” t-shirt got worn in anger for the first time the other night and drew envious glances from crew who “have to wear the ones they give us”. It is truly a ruddy fine shirt!
John always puts in so much detail…
The Maserati dash has many of the same warning lights that my car does, except mine glow orange!
I think that makes mine more exclusive
My car is a bicycle but my OTHER car is also a bicycle but a different kind of bicycle. However, I’m sure you buy non-bicycle cars in a car house unless you live in a heavily built up area in which case I presume you buy them in a car apartment.
Sometimes known as a carndominium.
But if you tie those two bicycles together, side-by-side, they become a quadracycle, or, as we call them, a car
The comments are back but we still can’t upvote? I like upvoting! Most people are more clever than me and I like to acknowledge that.
The WordPress plugin that allowed this functionality had caused the site to become inaccessible for some visitors, so John disabled it. Until a suitable replacement is found, you’ll just have to sit on your hands.
Or thumbs.
A car house is that thing with windows on top of the car that you are looking out of when driving or being driven.