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So my first vehicle is now sitting in my yard--a 1992 Mazda Navajo. There's something wrong with the transmission, it really needs a new drivers side door, I'm going to need new bumper parts, the back windshield wiper doesn't work. I'm seriously in love with it. Honestly. The things that need to be fixed aren't anything my dad and I can't handle (ok, mostly dad with me standing dumbly by because I don't remember much of my time in the autoshop when I was a kid--I do remember that I miss it though!). It's exciting, we're even going to go to junkyards. I used to think junkyards were about the coolest place in the world, all the old cars laying in bits and pieces across what seemed like miles of dirt, with little bits of grass and other odd plants peeking out, even some poision ivy way out on the outskirts of the yard. To me, it was a big, albeit rusty, playground.
Most would say it's an ugly truck, butto me it's beautiful because it represents a sort of freedom that I hadn't been sure I'd ever achieve. It has to get up and running before it can take me far, far away, but that's a moot point to me right now. I also have to learn to drive without a feeling of terror, but I'm sure that will come with time--and driving a tank like that truck can't hurt. I've named her Patches, because all pets should have names, and a truck is just a little bit more of an expensive and high maintenance pet--kinda like a supermodel. Today I'm going to go out there and start getting the interior to smell a bit less like a junkyard full of cigarettes.
My dad has my computer now, and is trying to fix it up. I don't think we can get Will's computer to work with my digital camera, so no pictures yet. But yeah, there will be pictures of my truck once I've got my computer back. I want to do a mini documentary style blog thingie where I tell of the trials and triumphs in the process. I really think...that I want to remember it all.
It's strange, it's not the first vehicle I dreamt of. Big changes have happened in my life, huge milestones...my first job, moving out on my own...lots of things...but the truck feels like the biggest milestone of all. Maybe it's because there was always the "my first car" discussion between my dad and I--because it was a project we'd always planned to do together and even though we spent years and years apart, we're actually still going to do this between the two of us. It's a common ground that maybe we forgot we even had. I dunno, maybe that's why it feels like such a big thing, maybe it's just because the truck is such a big thing.
OOH!!! WE HAVE A SUNROOF!!!! *victory dance* Thought ya'll might wanna know.
Looking at that truck makes me feel like a redneck...
Most would say it's an ugly truck, butto me it's beautiful because it represents a sort of freedom that I hadn't been sure I'd ever achieve. It has to get up and running before it can take me far, far away, but that's a moot point to me right now. I also have to learn to drive without a feeling of terror, but I'm sure that will come with time--and driving a tank like that truck can't hurt. I've named her Patches, because all pets should have names, and a truck is just a little bit more of an expensive and high maintenance pet--kinda like a supermodel. Today I'm going to go out there and start getting the interior to smell a bit less like a junkyard full of cigarettes.
My dad has my computer now, and is trying to fix it up. I don't think we can get Will's computer to work with my digital camera, so no pictures yet. But yeah, there will be pictures of my truck once I've got my computer back. I want to do a mini documentary style blog thingie where I tell of the trials and triumphs in the process. I really think...that I want to remember it all.
It's strange, it's not the first vehicle I dreamt of. Big changes have happened in my life, huge milestones...my first job, moving out on my own...lots of things...but the truck feels like the biggest milestone of all. Maybe it's because there was always the "my first car" discussion between my dad and I--because it was a project we'd always planned to do together and even though we spent years and years apart, we're actually still going to do this between the two of us. It's a common ground that maybe we forgot we even had. I dunno, maybe that's why it feels like such a big thing, maybe it's just because the truck is such a big thing.
OOH!!! WE HAVE A SUNROOF!!!! *victory dance* Thought ya'll might wanna know.
Looking at that truck makes me feel like a redneck...