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I'm in the market for new long boots for riding. I post in a forum, and a reply says to check the consignment corner of a local tack shop because there are nice boots there. 'What a great idea!', I say to myself. So, Mom gets back from her hair appointment and we drive to the tack store in Poppy's old 1989 Firefly. Half-way there, a front wheel breaks off and we skid 20 feet right in the middle of one of the busier streets in the whole city! Arggg. So much for that! I was hoping to buy a bit too (for no reason - I just want one), and possibly some polos, depending on the price, but now the car is at the garage getting fixed. Dad left for camping this morning with our SUV, and he's currently 2.5 hours from home and not scheduled to return until Friday or Saturday. Now not only can I not go to the tack shop, (luckily I can still get to the Regatta thanks to the shuttles!) but I can only go places in town where the buses go.
Too bad there's not a bus to the barn. =(
I hope the car is fixed soon!!!
Christina
Too bad there's not a bus to the barn. =(
I hope the car is fixed soon!!!
Christina