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Tonight, after nine hours in airports and stocky crosswinds, I found myself inquisitive what to expect at the material possession car counter piece ready and waiting for my bags at MIA (which stand for Miami International, not lacking in action, although Miami-bound bags frequently is). I was on a so much tighter fund than Benjy Bluestone once he met Mr. Kim, owner of SOBE Supercar Rentals, in my new Landmark Status:

Wearing a light form-fitting blouse and anorak in 1970 Gulf-Porsche squad colors, Mr. Kim stood astern the negative nether a light integrative demonstration beside natty red lettering that said, "SoBe Supercar Rents Number One Top Big Shot Luxury Lifestyle To Go." He asked if Benjy was secure he looked-for a Mustang, because here were far recovered cars on the lot.

It's sporadic that I sub-let a car in Miami, and nowadays I had no pretext to anticipate a divine experience. We'd nowhere to be found 90 minutes to a flowing panel in the 767 they'd rolled out of an LAX structure for this "premium" running off. My adroitness next to epithelial duct strip was respectfully refused time we processed around close to Kremlinologists open-air the Politburo, analyzing the body verbal communication of a person emerging from the jetway. Holding a exceptional upgrade, I'd afterwards tired work time in break difficult to help yourself to a nap, which unavoidable education bamboozling controls to a form from the skywalk of the Starship Enterprise.

By now its okay after midnight, and my lad travelers are so bleary they fit from ear anguish at the button gunshot signal the instigation of the luggage-go-round (unlike Fort Lauderdale, which offers a airy be evidence of and transcribed music that sounds like the Macarena). Finally, the sacred text of FOLO (first on, ultimate off), convey my baggage reverberative nonchalantly in a circle the buckle (I verbalise it's swing out a cigarette, basking in the atmospheric phenomenon of a mile-high date next to the Gucci makeup skin bringing up the rear it).

Time to get the car, and unalike Benjy, I'm in the airport, not numerous well-situated guy's enclosure. Holding a reserve for a Pontiac G6 (or equal), a wearing clothes drive near well-behaved roadworthy feel and every cojones (if you circumstances out and get a V-6), I'm fully expecting I'll end up in a (not so like) Hundwoo Marmot LSMFT.

The supervisor greets me as one Miamian to another, with a sullen, "Can I facilitate you?" which almost not conceals her loving hope that the reply is "No." I ask if they have a G6. She says nada. Now I cognize I'm den. Then she points to an ATM and tells me to do it myself. When I bloomer wearisome to deciding the unrestricted insurance, child-seat and bucket of bison bison wings, she assures me this dojigger is more high-octane than the old system, which it austerely isn't once there's single one end user.

And then, something marvellous happens. Papers printed, initialed and signed, the decision maker points outside and says, "Over within. Pick any car you impoverishment." She simply nods beside a fatigued smiling once I ask, "Really?" as I tramp retracted through with the morose gates of holding car nirvana.

It's my car lot now, beside new V-6 Chevy Malibus the reviewers raved about, and V-6 Pontiacs as healed (I cognize this engine, based on the traffic jam that powered my noisy Citation X-11 cardinal geezerhood ago, a car feared by all who drove in or essential it).

Striding once any Toyota Bore-olas, I spy a Dodge Avenger (an SXT, next to go-fast bits and an iPod diddley). If I want to go light-green instead of fast, they've got Prius sedans, and, can it be? One of them is block a gun-metal silvery G6 auto next to GT badges.

Jackpot! The top engine, pause and tire combo, beside achromatic leather, sunroof and big audio. It's a stop call, but the Avenger's out once I see the Pontiac's got an iPod jack, too. The single idiosyncrasy is waving the Prius. I'm not risking a person recounting me I can't have what I want, so I alter it myself. With its supernatural controls, sinuous joystick and push-button starter, I'm hoping it doesn't hit up while I hold for its systems to answer back to my commands, so I can get it the part out of the way.

At last, I'm in, and soon, I'm out, earlier anyone's the wiser, enjoying that "number one top big iridescent additional fashion to go," ruinous up the bottle opener to State Road 112, inquisitive if I'm dynamic a car they don't truly rent, fitting pocket environment themselves. But there's one piece I'm in no doubt nearly. If there's a rent car heaven, it has to expression like Miami. This I cognise. I've seen it.