Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Red's Dead

It's a sad day. The mortuary, err, garage called and Ol' Red is a lost cause. We're gonna have to put her down. Like cataracts on a 15 year old dog, it's not worth it to fix. So we're looking for a pasture to send her out to. Any tips to that end would be appareciated. Did I mention it's the Santa Monica edition? Leather seats, CD player, pretty new tires, a wasted oil change from two weeks ago—all this could be yours for like whatever you'll give me. I mean the other option is replace the engine and then sell it but I need to get on with my life.

More on the rail commute this morning later, but all in all it was good. And good thing 'cause that's my way around now! I'm gonna learn to love it.

I think the moral of this story is cars blow. Could their be a more anitquated piece of machinery? I mean, at its core, the basics of the internal combustion engine haven't changed since the tail end of the 1800's. Fucking pitiful, if you ask me. We've gone to the moon since and yet that's the best we can do? This calls for a speech.

Look for it soon.

4 Comments:

Blogger minus five said...

dude, i suggest you donate the damn car to the american lung association. that's what i did when mine caught on fire and died during my last weeks at portfolio center. that way, i got a write off on my tax return instead of having to pay a junkyard to take it.

2:31 PM  
Blogger Howard said...

Yeah that's been a lot of the thinking thus far. the other option is using it as a trade-in on a new one, even if it's for a few hundred bucks. Who frikkin' knows. Ya'll are so lucky to go without.

2:33 PM  
Blogger minus five said...

i can't say i've missed the visits to the car repair shop, or the bills that come along with it.

3:07 PM  
Blogger Tania Rochelle said...

This is Atlanta, not NY. You need a car, Howard.

4:32 PM  

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