Posts tagged ‘car’

Focus on Focus

After driving a 1986 Crown Vic for about a week after the untimely demise of my Cavalier, I’ve settled on a solution.  A 2005 Ford Focus.

Picked up the lil lady on Thursday afternoon and I’m so excited.  Here’s the rundown:

  • It’s a 4 door sedan so that’s sweet for carting Ash around.
  • Heated Seats. YES!
  • 6 CD changer
  • Air conditioning that works
  • Power windows and locks
  • Keyless entry
  • The radio does this thing where it gets quiet as I slow down
  • and oh yeah, the brakes work

Now we just need to get to the business at hand. Naming her.  First of all, it’s a girl. All my other cars were boys, but this one is quite clear.

Ain't she a beaut?

Ain't she a beaut?

So here’s what I’m thinking. I want a girl name from an awesome cartoon from the 90’s (ish).

  1. Patti Mayonnaise
  2. Oblina
  3. She-Ra

Suggestions? Votes? I have a current favorite.


April 19, 2009 at 10:48 pm 7 comments

Cars Kill People

There are few things in this world that scare me more than the thought of dying in a horrible car crash.

Usually, I’m more concerned with the way that the people I’m in the car with drive than with my own driving capabilities.  It’s not meant to be insulting when I gasp and grab the door handle as you merge onto the freeway, I’m just a little crazy.

It’s one of those silly little irrational fears that people have.  Wait, no. I don’t think it’s irrational to be afraid of something that weighs a ton (literally) and travels at death speeds.  An irrational fear would be more like my fear of spiders (though that could be rationalized also).  Maybe all fears can be rationalized by the person with that fear… Oh well, I’m missing the point.

The point is, I’m not usually afraid of driving myself because I know how I drive and what I’m doing.  However, when the car I’m driving randomly decides to stop performing to the best of it’s abilities, that’s a different story.  Let’s say, for instance, your brake line is all of a sudden shot.   What do you do?

Well, first, you yell “Shit!” and get off the phone. Then you calmly drive home, the entire time worrying about stopping distance and whether or not your dog should be in the front seat.   Just a tip, dogs sense fear.  Oh and another tip – IF YOUR BRAKES DON’T WORK, DON’T DRIVE ANYWHERE.  Really.

Nothing inspires a more active search for a new car like the paralyzing fear of of driving your current car.

April 14, 2009 at 4:56 pm Leave a comment


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