Meet Miguel

God, has it really been a month since I've posted??

(shh.....let us not speak of it...)

Anyhow, not much besides work and the neverending flu has been going on, so I've had no real reason to bore you all with the details of my non-existant life.

HOWEVER....I survived 3 weeks or so of no car, because my old car finally died after at least a month of trying to kill me.

No, seriously. It tried to kill me. It decided to start spewing antifreeze fumes into the interior of the car as I drove. After a week or so of that, I finally managed to get the man to tinker with it, and he did something that made it so it started spewing the fumes OUT OF MY GRILL....so, I got horrified looks as I drove down the street. People running in all directions from the smoking car that may explode at any time.

Anyhow, I had to resort to catching rides from friends, etc...which really sucks. I hate not being mobile.

So, I got my taxes back, and scoured Craigslist, and found myself a new car.

Here he is......his name is Miguel.

Why Miguel? Well, I bought him from a Mexican kid, and he's quite um....tricked out. See the car bra? It's a cell phone pic, so the crappy photo quality makes it hard to see the LETTERING on my windshield....speaking of Racing.

BUT, the advantages of buying him from the Mexican kid far outweigh interesting decals, and such.

He kept it in tip-top shape, and added all sorts of spendy filters....and he put in a great stereo system.

So, now I get odd looks from cops as I roll down the road with my bass blaring behind my tinted windows.