Since the transmission went out in my old new to me Chevy blazer in June 2014, my social life has taken a hit. There used to be surprise runs to the Conoco for ice cream treats, fried BBQ burritos, candy, pop, gum, whatever we could find. But for 9 long months I have kept publically quiet about it. I had hope dangled in my face when Hubby’s buddy “Flippy” was going to hook him up with a car. He said his wife got a better car, so she longer wanted the 2000 Ford Explorer. So we rented a truck pull, borrowed Pop’s truck and picked it up. When he came home with it in my mind it should have been like an episode of my sweet 16 on MTV. Bow on the hood of a shiney new car good. But that was only in my mind. It was a rusty 92 explorer, the drug out of the backwoods type of car. One that would have to be exterminated as well as oil and gas changed out of it. Then there were the little things like the tail lights not working when they were on, and the overhead light not turning off ever draining the life of the new $120 battery. So then after three weekends of working on it, he tells me pick what kind of smoke you want coming out. The choices are black, blue, or white. I said none. No smoke or steam coming out would be great. He said yeah it would be, if this car didn’t already have 215k miles on it. He then goes on to explain my new car will run something along the lines of John Candy’s Uncle Buck car…The one with the backfire so loud it sounds like a gunshot and sets off all the car alarms. No. Thank You.
Then last weekend he looks at one at the local lots in town. It was kinda what I need, but there is a huge crack in the windshield. Right in the line of sight. North Idaho car drivers all have some sort of crack in their windshield because up here the funding got lost for black tar asphalt on roads. Oh no! We get good old gravel roads. Anyway, this crack was more of a bashed in head/ air bag fail type of crack. Keep looking was the best advice he could give me. So we are going on 10 months with no car. In the mean time My three nieces, and nephew have drivers licences and can drive a car. If I need a ride, the third one is a willing driver for a taco bell run on the weekends.
I will admit that the last two years I was at the school almost everyday of the week for this fundraiser or that event, I just never thought he would take it to the extremes it has gone. Really? Keeping me with out transportation in the woods is not going to work for much longer. I am eyeballing a golf cart on craigslist. I can drive it up and down our driveway like Miss Becky on an episode of Myrtle Manor.
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