Aug 11 2002
A brand new car!
Well, I didn’t win the Elvis car after all. I entered a raffle for it at the San Diego County Fair when I was visiting my mother a couple of months ago, hoping to win it and give it to my sister Megan, who had become the filling in a car sandwich when sitting at a stop sign minding her own business a couple of days earlier. Her tiny little plastic Geo Metro was completely totalled, and her seat snapped right off. Remarkably, she was pretty much OK, other than minor injuries.
So yesterday, Megan and her husband Rob took the insurance money and went to Ukiah in search of a new car. They bought a silver, 1996 Saturn! Our brother Jonathan checked it out on Carfax.com, where you can learn about your car’s past, whether seedy or innocent, before you commit to the relationship. If only they had a site like that for people! Megan’s car came up clean, so she and Rob drove home in a (insert game show host voice here) brand new car! Well, to us, anyway.
My 1966 Mustang Josephine is on a seemingly endless vacation at Jonathan’s place, in the company of his 1960 Valiant, Scout; his 1962 truck, John Henry; and his newest and as-yet unnamed 1970 truck. Rob has a 1960 Falcon and a 1972 truck (he doesn’t go in for nonsense like naming his vehicles). So Megan’s new car is the youngest and prettiest in the family, just like she is.