Wednesday, December 14, 2011

...on cars

My car has 220,000 miles on it.  I don't mind my car, but I wish it would not stall out when I am stopped.  I have to put it in park and press on the gas pedal and rev up the engine so it doesn't die.  It is kind of getting on my nerves.  I know I could take it in and get it fixed, but I'm looking at it more as a challenge.  My 17 year old son drives the better of the two vehicles because I prefer him to have a more reliable vehicle.  I figure I can cope with  most of the problems that might "pop" up.  He is a little young and still views everything as a tragedy.  My insurance still costs an arm and a leg because of the accidents my son has gotten into over the last year.  I am keeping my fingers, toes, arms, and legs crossed that he does not have any problems in the coming year.  So, basically my car gets me where I have to go! ...if I remember to get gas!

If I could have any car in the world it would be an exotic kitty.  When I was growing up Jaguar had billboards that would advertise their cars as an exotic kitty. How could I not want one??  I never grew out of it.  I dream of owning a car with a cat leaping out of the hood ...


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