My jalopy is dead. It died last week, where the 215 meets the 10. I was in a pretty good mood because I was on my way home from a reunion lunch with old friends. And then…the AC suddenly stopped working. I drove back to Alhambra in 100+ degree weather facing the afternoon sun. I was drenched when I got home. Yick! My mechanic says the AC is connected to more important stuff like…you know, transmission, power steering, etc. The repairs are not worth the value of the car, so he didn’t want to charge me anything. Thank goodness!
My first car — the one I had at the end of college, that got me through my tejas years — was my all time favorite. I know…I say “all time” even though I’ve only ever had two cars. Its name was “Gadget.” It was a beige 1989 Mercury Tracer hatchback. I loved that car. I drove it all over Austin, and to and from ‘Burque a few times. It was small and zippy, and it could hold tons of stuff.
This one, I’m not so attached to. It was my dad’s old car — a Ford Taurus boat of a car. And I’m a small-size person, so it makes the car even more gigantic. This car got me through three winters in small-midwestern-college-town and five years in LA. Five years! It has been good to me, but I will not be sorry to see this car go. It’s time to drive a car in which I can actually see over the dash!
But, car-shopping is a big ole pain in the booty! This is the first time I’ve shopped for one as a real adult. Cars are freakin expensive, y’all! Wish me luck.