Monday, June 20, 2005

Poor Old Reliable

She is feeling her age. Arthritis has settled into her CV joints and her struts can no longer withstand the abuse of a 75 mile a day drive. I was hoping she could hang on until November when I would be in a much better position to replace her, it wasn't meant to be.
Her front end does funky things around corners and over bumps. I can no longer trust her to transport me and my most valuable possession safely.
I am forced to borrow my Grandfather's Honda wagon in the interim. Oh the humanity! A wagon!


cicibug said...

Been there...hahaha. Just thought I'd let you know that I'm still reading your blog. I don't have any batteries in my smoke alarms...if there's a fire the house will burn down... I keep forgetting to buy 9volt batteries. One of these trips to WalMart...surely I will remember...........................

izchan said...

cars are like horses.

They die on you when you need them most.