We think "Mom,"
and we think minivans; we think domestic servant; we think
Picture for a moment
an independent thinking, self-reliant woman going through
the gears in a silverstone touring 350Z. That's "Mom."
She's been through the diapers, the temper tantrums, the know-it-all
teens—all the joys and heartaches Moms experience. Now
there are two mid-twenties daughters, and Mom is still Mom.
She's got her dreams
of an island in the Virgin Islands; her space is set aside
and waiting. She sees that vision in her mind's eye amidst
the roadside blur of New York countryside and the familiar
growl of a Z engine turning over 5,000 RPM. For a moment,
New York blends to the hills and twists of her island roads.
That's our Nan, the
entrepreneur and Z chick; the Mom and spouse. Her 350Z is
her first Z car, but her husband previously owned three Zs,
so a Z in the family seems a normal affair. She's now Lady
Nan's new family addition
arrived on November 19, 2002, complete with burnt orange leather
seating, and everything but the navigation package. Who needs
navigation for a six mile by nine mile island anyway?
What else can Moms
do on an island? Moms can sail and go snorkling. In fact,
Moms can do about anything; they've earned it!
And yes, her daughters
do get to drive her Z. Moms are still Moms, and can any Mom
deny her daughters?