Here’s a copy of a comic strip my subversive parents managed to sneak into my hands last night:
Sure, Karin and I joke about that special day when Tyler asks to borrow the car. Tyler is only two at the moment, but I feel that fateful day fast approaching!
I think we’ll follow the route my parents took when I got my first car; we’ll scour the paper for a used car that has low mileage, and was only driven by old people to and from church on Sundays.
What I eventually ended up with was a brown/tan 1985 Nissan Sentra. Sure, it was ugly, but it was my ugly. I really didn’t mind, and it was a steal for $3000. Fast forward 12 months you’d be witness to it buried under a garbage truck whose driver thought it would be a good idea to make an illegal left hand turn on a busy six-lane road in the middle of a rain storm.
Luckily I wasn’t hurt, but my poor Nissan was dead, through no fault of my own (thanks to the police report, eyewitnesses, and much finger pointing).
So, no Mustang for Tyler when he gets his license. Heck, he’ll be lucky if he gets a swanky 1985 Nissan Sentra with cracked pleather interior and am/fm cassette player ;-)
With the son getting baptized this weekend we’ve been busy with preparations and guests. The house is clean, the cars are washed, the food is being cooked, and the cat is hiding under the bed, intent on hiding out until the chaos is over with.
Will see everyone again on Monday with a (hopefully) more in-depth and enjoyable post.
In the meantime, here’s a completely unrelated video:
Noticed this car at work the other day. I wonder what he did to make somebody key it up like this:
Personally I’ve never keyed a car in my life. There have been times when I’ve been tempted to, but I just couldn’t bring myself to mess with someone’s vehicle.
As I write this post it’s 10pm and I just got home from a four hour ordeal at the automotive dealership. Buying a new car is never an enjoyable task. I’m simply beat (and feeling a bit sick..uh oh).
In place of a decent post, please enjoy this video of the refrigerator from hell…
While inching my way home this afternoon on a busy local freeway I noticed a man standing in the median between the slow lane and a crowded onramp hold both arms extended with thumbs up. Desperate for a ride, his squinting eyes furtively scanned the faces of each driver as they passed by, hoping his desperate, animated pleas for a ride would convince a good citizen to stop and pick him up.
As I slowly approached this roadside apparition, two cop cars sped by me in the emergency lane with lights flashing and sirens wailing before finally coming to a screeching halt in front of the hitchhiker. They quickly emerged from their vehicles with guns drawn and began barking orders. In my rearview mirror I could see the man on his stomach with both cops pinning him to the ground.
I’m unsure if this guy had just committed a crime and was trying to get away, but that was an unusual and highly dangerous location to be thumbing a ride from.
If nothing else, it was a surreal way to end a busy work day
