Scott decided he had had about all the car stress he could handle when the van broke down without warning and he realized how stranded we could have been–and it’s a gas-guzzling eye-sore, without heat or air conditioning, to boot. It’s 20 years old now. We got it about ten years ago, when it was in perfect condition, a very generous gift from Scott’s mother and stepdad. But the second decade does take a toll on a vehicle, and although it’s been amazingly dependable, it seemed the time had come to put it out to pasture.
So, being a man of action, Scott bought a car off a used-car lot. It met all the criteria but we have discovered it has a bit of an oddity about the odometer. The odometer was at 109,xxx miles and should have flipped to 110,000 on its maiden voyage to Scott’s gig in Milan, but instead, it now reads 100,xxx. The 0 in the 10,000s place did not flip up to a 1. It’s a little bit suspicious. And the drummer who followed Scott to the gig in his own car said the new car is smoking a bit. And that’s a bit suspicious. We’ll be hoping for the best. He got a good price on it and it’s not an eyesore, as J23 was quick to point out.
Unlike the van, it won’t block the view of my new rosebed from the front porch–that is a plus.
J23 pointed this out to me during a phone call at the ball field in Hickman, KY, where the baseball team was having a scrimmage game. We were so cold. There was a very bitter wind, the sky was a matte gray. Some of us were saying it felt like it could snow. And then, sure enough, it did.