U.S.S. Regal

This morning I hitched up my wagon and trotted into work.

MY STATION WAGON.

I'll give you a minute to laugh.......................ok, are you done yet?

Luckily I did not have to Ford the Mississippi as the beauty is a Mercury. But I do feel a case of Typhoid coming on.

You may recall my recent issues with cars... Let me rewind and tell you a little history...my mom had the Camry until 2005 when I, to everyone's shock and amazement, completed one year of college and inherited the Cam as a reward. I had little to no trouble with it (except for the 4th of July in 2004 but that was before it was 'mine') and did my dodiligence with maintenance and oil changes and blahblahblah.

Apparently the 70+ miles every day for the past 1.5 years had done a number on the ol' girl and she needed a new timing belt amoung other things. Since I don't exactly find myself swimming in safes full of dollar bills like they do on Duck Tales, I went with the timing belt and a few other smaller repairs and held off on anything that wasn't 'urgent.' Which THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY I did because a mere 1 month later I was HIT by Skip (yes, his name was really Skip.) and the pool old girl was stamped with a seal from American Family Insurance of TOTALED.

So I inherited my mom's car again. Enter: The Regal. As you know, I've had issues with the USS Regal and was slightly embarrassed by the boatyness of it.

Well not anymore.

Because unbenounced to me, some green coolant was mixed with some pink coolant which made for a brown muddy substance in my radiator cap/tank thing which caused the USS Regal to need a little radiator flushing action. (ladies...DON'T MIX COOLANT COLORS!!!)

Which left me to temporarily inherit my mom's new car. One that she is very happy with and has wanted for a few years but I never thought Dad would give in.

Enter: station wagon.

Not just any station wagon. But the rounded back kind. with no cd player, leather seats, and just an overall embarrassment for anyone under 50 to be seen in.

So tonight as I trade in the Wagon for the Boat, I will be counting my blessings and will gladly tolerate the low tire light always being on and the premie gas she requires. Because at least it's not a station wagon.

I also have a fund called 'don't end up with mom's station wagon' started and it's well on it's way to breaking the vicious cycle of me inheriting her old cars.