The Batmobile. The Wiener Mobile. The Pope Mobile. None have the tang or “je ne sait quoi” of The Goat Mobile. (A deep voice saying “Goat Mobile” should be echoing in your head while lions growl and police sirens squeal while blending with annoying cell phone ringtones.) No? Can’t hear it? That’s okay. You can probably smell it. People in China can smell it. The scent of Noble Goat Feed meshes with flea powders and hoof medicines overridden by the smell of male goat funk and Poo. Lots and lots of poo. This car is the number one choice of all dogs as the premier ride to anywhere. You can be taking Fido to the vet’s to have him parted from his manhood and he will cheerfully enter The Goat Mobile. He’ll even love you after the job is done, forgive you everything just for driving him home in The Goat Mobile. Funny thing, though. My son would not let his brand new wife to ride in it last weekend. Maybe when she gets to know us better……..
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