Some of you know that due to financial circumstances beyond my control, I am now driving a 93 Cutlass. She is baby blue and her name is Belinda. Andrew is gifted in the Naming of Things, and so, hence the name. I didn't realize that in 1993 we were still using separate keys for ignition, doors, and trunk. Whoever the woman is that thought of the single car key, I salute her. She is only slightly under the woman genius who came up with lidded cups. (bowing, bowing.)
Driving down the road in Belinda is not that bad. I mean, yes, people are judging the sound of her engine. I am, too. My ears are still slightly ringing from our outing this morning. But, overall, she is good. She is great, actually. I have been relying on friends and my Crocs to get me around for a week. This will bring you down a notch or two. Or three. I am not sure of what God has in store next, but I am nervous.
I know y'all want a photo of Belinda. I will try to get to that this weekend. Carole suggested that I drape myself across her hood. Not sure about that. I may just get Evan to do it. We shall see. In the meantime, know that I am ridin' dirty through the mean streets of Keystone Heights. Don't be hatin'.
reminds me of the blue tank(caprice) I had when Ken was little. I think she was a 1976 but only 12 years old at the time. She made her own sounds and had her own little leaks kind of like we do as we get older.
ReplyDeleteI remember the blue tank. My friend Trey said that maybe the engine sound can be fixed. A hole somewhere or something. Don't know. Until then, people will know we're coming.
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