when my current car dies...

Last night I had a dream that I was going home after a hard day's work at school. I walked into the parking garage just as it started to drizzle, and mounted my mechanical giraffe. My mechanical giraffe was ten feet tall, and I had to hold on tight as it swayed to and fro down La Cienega. I waved to the kids waiting in line for their carpools. They waved back with glee. When I got home, I parked my ride and dismounted. My mechanical giraffe turned into a fat, old man wearing overalls.