The other day I was at my calligraphy class, which is held at a middle school in Beverly Hills. When I came out I saw the following very cute SmartCar police car. It’s a real police car, complete with lights and siren. So very cute — and like all SmartCars it looks like you could pick it up and tuck it in your pocket.
SmartCars have long held a certain fascination for me. Back in 1999, the first summer I spent in Edinburgh, I spent hours wandering the city, stalking a green one I desperately wanted to tae a picture of. When they started appearing in Los Angeles a couple years ago, again I stalked them, less for pictures than just to look at them and smile. It’s not just their smallness — they somehow look confident — they remind me of a small terrier hanging with the big dogs, all the cuter for not seeming to know that it’s tiny.
Another oddness about them is the way so often in Los Angeles they seem to have two people in them — the maximum capacity. Maybe it’s fuel economy, but I like to think it’s because, like me, other people love the little cars.
Now all I need is to find someone with one to drive me around. Though it’s probably not a good idea to try and get arrested, even in Beverly Hills.