What’s worst than running out of gas in the middle of nowhere? Car breaking down while husband is away. Last time I was home alone I wrote about it here. This time I planned to host a Toso (long chanting meditation) and then have a margarita girls night afterwards. I have to do something besides sit at home and miss my family. The only reason I’m not off on spring break vacation with everyone is because I have to work–not everyone gets all school holidays off like DH does. Yes rub it in! So I go out to get a bag of chips for the evening fun when my car temperature goes up and there’s steam coming out of the front hood. We originally bought this car because I was taking the bus into the city to work everyday and it just seemed simpler to get a second car. Because it was a park-in-the-tenderloin car we decided to get a reliable but not a break-into-me car. I paid cash to a kid one day on my lunch break and came home with an old mazda. It was that easy. Upon my arrival, the van immediately got nicknamed the Big Car and the mazda was deemed the little car. She was zippy and took me over the beautiful Golden Gate Bridge everyday. We were giving her a second life–complete with 2 kids and a Wado Dog. She seemed happy. Didn’t really have much trouble for years until one day the check engine light came on because of a problem with her catalytic converter. Then she started collecting water in the front seat after every rain. Someone hit the passenger side mirror with a garbage can (uhck um) and it’s hanging loose. And finally while my husband is out of town the radiator all but exploded. The cost of all the repairs would exceed her blue book value. So we’re saying goodbye to the little car! I have fond memories of strapping down car seats and Wado Dog hanging out of the window. May your next life bring few bumps in the road. You will be missed!
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