So... Friday my car died. Again. But this time I was lucky enough to be going along on a busy road at the start of rush hour. Oh..... and on my way home from work. It really died this time.
I think the transmission is gone, Jose is thinking the same. But I will hang onto it and tuck it away in my garage, I luf that car and am going to restore it.
So my weekend was a mad dash all over the city to dealerships, basically realizing that I can't afford, well.... anything. I was ready to run over to wally world and just buy a fucking bike. But.... then it was suggested that I learn how to drive stick and give myself some more options. So on Saturday I learned, and on Sunday bought myself a Saab 900. It's been a rough couple of first rides, but I think I'm getting better at it.
so perty.
When going to buy a used car, it's nice to have a mechanic willing to tag along.
Then, I finally got around to snapping some pics of Phantom. The lil old cranky witch that came to us all the way from New York. She lives in the basement and hisses. I can understand her bad attitude.. she used to be an only kitty, doesn't really like other cats and really dislikes dogs... and had never lived anywhere else in her 13+ years. She was born in that house out on LI.
Then in all the frustration of car hunting this weekend and some tear shedding later I ended up walking out of a pet adoption with this little guy....


So my weekend was a mad dash all over the city to dealerships, basically realizing that I can't afford, well.... anything. I was ready to run over to wally world and just buy a fucking bike. But.... then it was suggested that I learn how to drive stick and give myself some more options. So on Saturday I learned, and on Sunday bought myself a Saab 900. It's been a rough couple of first rides, but I think I'm getting better at it.
so perty.


When going to buy a used car, it's nice to have a mechanic willing to tag along.
Then, I finally got around to snapping some pics of Phantom. The lil old cranky witch that came to us all the way from New York. She lives in the basement and hisses. I can understand her bad attitude.. she used to be an only kitty, doesn't really like other cats and really dislikes dogs... and had never lived anywhere else in her 13+ years. She was born in that house out on LI.

Then in all the frustration of car hunting this weekend and some tear shedding later I ended up walking out of a pet adoption with this little guy....


darkjuan:
...or you could just ask me and I could do it for beer...
