I have been more amok in the last 5 days than I have ever been in my entire life.
This is not an exaggeration.
Miles logged on my old car: 126,543
And then it decided to die last night in Menlo Park.
I had to borrow the company hoopty to get home and go to work this morning.
Somehow, I imagined that having a company car would be more glamorous.
Alas, puttering down the highway in an ‘82 White Buick with a huge company logo along the side makes me feel a little like I should be in a mall with a hotdog on a stick. Not cute. And definitely not sexy.
At 1:53 I received a quote on the repairs for my car.
By 4:30 I had decided what to do.
Here’s my new baby.
2002 SC2 - Silver with Leather Interior
Power Sunroof & a CD Player.
“The Saturn SC2 offers a 124-horsepower, dual-overhead-cam, 16-valve engine with a leather-wrapped steering wheel, sport-tuned suspension, and variable-effort power steering. “
I know, it’s not muscle car. But I still think it’s cute. It’s got some nice lines, but inside it’s the girl next door. After all, it’s a Saturn.
I’ve named it Brat because I’m forced to quit smoking because of her. I’m mostly a driving smoker than anything else and I just don’t damn dare to while at the wheel with her.
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