"Wolverine...gimme the keys.."
I am mobil once again. I said goodbye to my last car about 2 years ago. An excellent Ford Festiva. It started off as a Mr. Magoo blue, and I found that to be totes unacceptable. K-Mart has a vast variety of black spray paint. And so it was. K-Mart also has a fine selection of reflective numbers, usually reserved for addresses on a mail box, but the three 6's I stuck right in the middle of the back of my car found a much better purpose.
I eventually lost my set of keys which included, as I think I've mentioned before, my apartment keys, keys to the bank I worked at, keys to the record store I worked at, and of course, my car keys, and wicked evil Skinny Puppy key chain. I still suspect they are laying somewhere on Lyndale Ave. right by the big coin wash. whatevs. I could start that Festiva with a screwdriver anyway.
It finally got towed after me losing it for 3 months, and had stacks of tickets on the windshield that had amounted to like, $30,0000. Give or take. Never saw him again.
That car was so tiny, that one night when it stalled right in front of the CC Club at bar time, I had six drunk dudes come over and pick up my car to move it to a suitable parking space. Thanks, frats. Wherever you are. Date raping and such, no doubt.
So here I am now, eating my vegan pea soup and looking out the window and my new (new to me) Toyota Corolla. Yeah, it's red. And the head lights flip up like all Night Ryder about it. Wicked.
Time to fill out the title, and get me some insurance. Anyone have some good luck with agencies? Geico and Progressive can eat my shit. Let me know.
now it's got wheeeeels!
I eventually lost my set of keys which included, as I think I've mentioned before, my apartment keys, keys to the bank I worked at, keys to the record store I worked at, and of course, my car keys, and wicked evil Skinny Puppy key chain. I still suspect they are laying somewhere on Lyndale Ave. right by the big coin wash. whatevs. I could start that Festiva with a screwdriver anyway.
It finally got towed after me losing it for 3 months, and had stacks of tickets on the windshield that had amounted to like, $30,0000. Give or take. Never saw him again.
That car was so tiny, that one night when it stalled right in front of the CC Club at bar time, I had six drunk dudes come over and pick up my car to move it to a suitable parking space. Thanks, frats. Wherever you are. Date raping and such, no doubt.
So here I am now, eating my vegan pea soup and looking out the window and my new (new to me) Toyota Corolla. Yeah, it's red. And the head lights flip up like all Night Ryder about it. Wicked.
Time to fill out the title, and get me some insurance. Anyone have some good luck with agencies? Geico and Progressive can eat my shit. Let me know.
now it's got wheeeeels!
posted by maria | 5:49 PM
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Congrats!
My first car blew up on me (almost literally - had an engine fire in my 1987 Ford Escort Station Wagon), and I was without a car for six years after that. There's no better feeling than getting another car after a long time without and being able to go where you want, when you want.
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