Kitty is dead.
No, I don't have a cat. Let's get that out of the way first.
For those of you who don't know, Kitty was my car, a red 1996 Ford Taurus station wagon. First off, the transmission was about to fall out. When we took it to get repaired, the guy said the 6th cylinder was completely gone. To fix it, we'd have to overhaul the engine again (it was just overhauled when I got it, last summer!), costing about 3,000. I can't afford that.
And so it is, with a heavy heart, that I say goodbye to Kitty. It was an awesome car.
Fortunately, my dad had an extra car at our family's garage in Stafford. A Blue 1989 Chevy Blazer. The thing drives like a cardboard box. It eats gas ($56 to fill the damn thing!). It has no interior lighting, no ceiling liner, a faulty electrical system, an uncalibrated fuel gauge (I ran out of gas before the thing said empty!), and dim-ass lights in the dash, so I can barely read how fast I'm going at night. On top of that, it has 5 keys, and a small-ass trunk space. The rear seat can't come out, either, so fat chance of me being able to haul my pinball machines anywhere. As you can tell, I'm not too damn happy with this arrangement.
Unfortunately, I can't afford anything else at the moment, so I'm going to have to learn to love the thing. As with all the cars I've had, I've named the Blazer, Hellion. Just because it can probably eat any smaller cars on the road.
Just for reference:
1996 Ford Taurus = Kitty ^_^
1991 Buick LeSabre = Land Barge and/or Road Train
1989 Chevy Blazer = Hellion
It's is 1am and I am starving. Mom was supposed to get home at 8:00. She specifically said, "I'll cook dinner tonight, so don't go out." Me, like a retard, as well as the rest of the family, believed her, even when she called at 10:00 and said she was on her way home. Bullshit. I'm hungry and I'm tired. Sleep always wins this argument, so I shall go do that. Goodnight.
For those of you who don't know, Kitty was my car, a red 1996 Ford Taurus station wagon. First off, the transmission was about to fall out. When we took it to get repaired, the guy said the 6th cylinder was completely gone. To fix it, we'd have to overhaul the engine again (it was just overhauled when I got it, last summer!), costing about 3,000. I can't afford that.
And so it is, with a heavy heart, that I say goodbye to Kitty. It was an awesome car.
Fortunately, my dad had an extra car at our family's garage in Stafford. A Blue 1989 Chevy Blazer. The thing drives like a cardboard box. It eats gas ($56 to fill the damn thing!). It has no interior lighting, no ceiling liner, a faulty electrical system, an uncalibrated fuel gauge (I ran out of gas before the thing said empty!), and dim-ass lights in the dash, so I can barely read how fast I'm going at night. On top of that, it has 5 keys, and a small-ass trunk space. The rear seat can't come out, either, so fat chance of me being able to haul my pinball machines anywhere. As you can tell, I'm not too damn happy with this arrangement.
Unfortunately, I can't afford anything else at the moment, so I'm going to have to learn to love the thing. As with all the cars I've had, I've named the Blazer, Hellion. Just because it can probably eat any smaller cars on the road.
Just for reference:
1996 Ford Taurus = Kitty ^_^
1991 Buick LeSabre = Land Barge and/or Road Train
1989 Chevy Blazer = Hellion
It's is 1am and I am starving. Mom was supposed to get home at 8:00. She specifically said, "I'll cook dinner tonight, so don't go out." Me, like a retard, as well as the rest of the family, believed her, even when she called at 10:00 and said she was on her way home. Bullshit. I'm hungry and I'm tired. Sleep always wins this argument, so I shall go do that. Goodnight.