My new toy’s home safe and sound and in the driveway. (Tomorrow I may post a picture of my driveway in crisis. It’s a bit…full.)
She’s not primo, but a wicked good deal for the price. And there’s a problem with the transmission.
It’s sitting in the trunk.
But, yes, we knew that ahead of time. It needs a torque converter, so I can’t drive it, but I can sit in it. :cheer: We’ve bought and sold a few toys in our time (we have a toy budget, and luckily we usually turn a profit so it all stays within the toy budget, except for this one, which came from my trading in my sweet lil Focus for a big-ass ugly work van and a wee bit of tax money—okay, Caroline did, but I’m giving her to the husband. He can deal with her now.) But this one’s different.
When I was a little girl and my Barbie had a Corvette, I wanted a Barbie ’67 Mustang. When I got my licence I wanted a ’67 Mustang, but drove my mom’s Dodge Colt. When I dated a guy and got to drive his ’68 Camaro, I wanted to be driving a ’67 Mustang. When we bought Caroline, I wanted a ’67 Mustang.
I held it together through my husband saying “Go for it, and this is your max bid.” I held it together through the bidding. Through winning. Through stretching into the tax savings because the toy fund got a little depleted buying Caroline, despite the trade in reimbursement. Through driving down there, hoping she was the car they represented that she was and my husband wouldn’t have to drag me away from her, kicking and screaming. Through accident traffic in Providence and commuter traffic on 495, with her pounding along behind us on a crappy U-Haul tow dolly with her engine supported by a freakin Walmart tow strap because the transmission’s out.
But when we pushed her off that dolly and she settled into her (very limited) space in the driveway, I had to claim an urgent need to pee and hide in the bathroom and cry for a few minutes.
I’ll keep her forever. If I win the Powerball tomorrow and buy a Hummer and an ’05 Mustang and an Escalade and an Eleanor, I’ll still keep her. I’ve waited my whole life for her.
Hey, do I ever talk about writing on my blog anymore?
Ummm….Lesson for the
day week: It’s very, very time consuming to edit on hard copy (as is my long-standing method) and then type extensive changes into word doc with track changes, which I’m still trying to master, and it makes one’s editor pull her hair out and stick burning matchsticks into her Shannon doll. I can’t ever do it again.
Update: You know, cause it’s 3:25 am and I just now finished working on hubby’s business schtuff…
Do y’all prefer regular comments, or pop-up comments? :coffee:
Pop up comments.
AND I prefer the ’68 Camaro…but I’d take the Mustang if I had the chance.
Because I don’t speak US-Automobile, much of this post flies so far over my head the pilots need oxygen. (Apart from Eleanor. I get Eleanor.)
But since I have just worked out that the car you just bought must be a ’67 Mustang, and I don’t need any translation to get how you feel about that, I’m sitting here sniffing and beaming for you.
And please GOD don’t make me suffer through pop-up comments. They load slow. They’re another window. *whimper* Please dont’ make meeeeee!
And Shan, that was kind of…beautiful. I’m so happy that you got your dream car and that it made you happy enough to cry. You needed something that positive to happen for you. :clap: Did you name her? I thought you said you did, earlier, but not here.
And as for those edits- track changes is MUCH simpler than editing on hard copy. Taking the time to learn it will payoff in the time it saves you later.
Hate hate HATE pop up comments. :cursin:
My daughter has a ’93 Nissan 240SX named Cherrybomb, and she says she will never part with it, no matter what else she’s forced to drive for better school gas mileage, LOL! She’s already shopping storage lots!
congrats on getting your *heart* car. So proud of ya!
comments? I’m not gonna be any help cuz I don’t care.
Popups? We don’t need no stinking popups.
Glad you got the car of your dreams. Aside from the tranny in the trunk part. I’m assuming that wasn’t part of your dream.
You don’t need popup comments. If everyone would just switch to Mozilla Firefox, they could press CTRL and click the link and it would open in a handy new tab. They wouldn’t have to go back and lose the original page when they post, etc. They wouldn’t have to deal with a whole new window, which eats memory and hangs and so on. See? A solution for everyone!
And congrats on getting the car home. I’m sure you will have many, many lovely days getting her fixed up. :nod:
She’s up on jackstands! :dance:
Okay, since it seems like the people who like popups are just kinda “yeah, popups” and the people who don’t like them REALLY don’t like them, I’ll just leave it as is.
I just know that until I figure out how to get the “home” in between the previous and next entries on the actual entry page, navigation’s kinda sucky here.
I have Firefox, Natalie, and I never thought of doing it that way. :doh: Must try it.