I Guess We Are Just Not Car People

I guess my family are just not car people.

This fact could partially be due to the fact that we don't ever buy new cars.

I think the newest car I ever remember us having was the car we have now.

A 2004 Dodge Durango.

But the catch is we bought it in 2007.

Not too bad, just 3 years.

Before that we had a black drug van.

No, I'm serious.

It was one of those vans that you would expect a druggie to be making drugs in.

My mom actually got pulled over by a drug cop while in that van.

That, dear readers, is a story for another time.

But seriously, that van was pretty cool.

I mean until the VCR broke, and then it was just lame.

And before that van, we had a white drug van that was at least 8 years old when we bought it.

During the white van time, my dad had a Ford Ranger I think.

The ugliest truck ever!

No heat.

The AC was the window, which of course was a little handle roll-down thingy.

It was brown.

And a hand-me down.

We actually had some teenagers try to steal it like 7 or 8 years ago.

But it was so old and "quirky" that the teenagers stopped trying once they got it in the middle of the street.

Then the cops came....

Long story short... It was not fun for my dad.

But hey, he got a coat that one of the kids left in the cab.

He actually still has that coat.

Back on track.

Well you all probably know that Zeb has, or had, a 1966 Plymouth Valiant.

I hate that car!

Every since the day I heard my dad say that I was going to have to drive it, I have been secretly praying it would die.

Mean I know, but I mean seriously what 16 year old girl wants to drive that hunk of metal around?

Well, it finally happened.

But Zeb didn't really benefit from it.

In fact, it was pretty miserable that night.

Zeb was driving home from work and it conked out.

In the scary part of town near the VBC

At 9:30pm

On a very cold night

And he had no cell phone.

Anyway, after walking to a bar, walking to my dad's office, then walking to a friends house,

Ladies and Gentleman that is a total of 7 mile and 1 1/2 of walking,

He finally got in touch with Dad.

As he was telling us I burst into tears, partially because I was worried and partially because if that car was fixable I was going to have to deal with all the break down stuff eventually.

Not fun.

But happily that car is probably not going to work and the Valley girl will probably end up at a junkyard.

Or maybe another crazy man, who has a son who is beginning to drive, will buy it from us.

Oh poor kid.

And then we come full circle to the lovely, loud, Rustus Maximus.

This car is my paradise.

No kidding.

I love that hunk of metal.

I mean compared to my other choice, this car is perfect.

For me.

No one understands the attraction.

It's car love.

I mean seriously I could make a fairytale out of it!

Picture this:

I'm a princess that is cursed with car wedlock to the old, Valiant Plymouth.

But Rustus Maximus swoops in and takes my away.

I know Rustus has problem but it is so loyal that I'm willing to compromise!

And we all live happily ever after....

Not the same thing?

I know, but a girl can try, can't she?