I wanted to tell you everything about the new Honda Fit, which I drove yesterday, in this column. But unfortunately, I got lost on the test drive, ended up running out of gas in Malibu canyon and was taken to a local gas station by a woman who looked like Katie Holmes and told me she wished Val Kilmer had been her ticket into Hollywood.
I then realized I'd left my wallet at the hotel and had to hitchhike back to Santa Monica, during which a guy who looked like Tom Cruise drove by and flipped me off. I reached the hotel, told the Honda people I'd had to abandon their car in the hills, and drove back with a PR person to check on the car, only to find a note left by the guys at Import Tuner who wrote, "We jacked the car for another project we'll never finish. Sorry to stick you with the bill, Frio."
I've since been fast-tracking my passport renewal, withdrawing cash and studying Spanish. With any luck, I'll file my next column from somewhere outside of Zacatecas or, if I make good time, Santiago. In the meantime, I offer you this:-Dan