Oh.
So as it turns out the purchase of the old, married lady, car (at least it's not a mini-van!) was fortuitous, in that yesterday as I was driving a very pregnant woman to my house my brakes in the Taurus began to feel… *squishy*.
“Not so good”, you might say? You would be correct. Today when I took it to the Fantastic English mechanic across the street from my house he told me that I was essentially driving a deathtrap. I could fix it for $900+ or I could junk it. His money was on the junking it.
So was mine. Or wasn’t as the case may be.
So now after Finally having a second car to drive, I don’t.
I’m going to look so cool on my bicycle.
~J~