Here In My Car - I Feel Safest Of All - I Can Lock All My Doors...
Until I purchased my first car, I shared a '73 Dodge with my Father. He drove for his carpool once a week. And I drove it to high school the other 4 days. I found out the hard way that Chrysler products all shared a unique superpower. They would DIE if you turned left and the engine was not thoroughly warmed up. It sounds strange, but I spent a few minutes before every trip mapping out paths to my destination with just right turns. Crazy.
My parents had Chrysler blood flowing through their veins. So every car in our garage was a Chrysler brand. But I hated their products like they were demons from hell. That hatred later flowed to all American products, as I encountered numerous flaws in various brands, and was stranded on the roadside more times than a teenager should be. Then, I purchased my first Datsun. After an initial hiccup, the former owner installed the wrong type of fuel pump, it ran like it was trying out for the Indy 500. I drove that car to college and it kept running until a truckload of inebriated Highland Park youths ran it, and me, into a tree.
Next came Mazda, which I drove until college graduation. It took me into my first job, and well over 100,000 miles of fun. I felt pity for the old girl, as she was leaking from just about everywhere - literally being held together by prayer.
Then, I decided to try some German engineering and bought a Volkswagen - which sank into the swamp. No, that's not correct. An old man ran a red light and put me in the hospital. Let me tell you, when you are my size, 6'5" and at the time, a sturdy 250, having a group of healthy firemen lifting me into an ambulance is a wee bit unnerving - but I survived. Unfortunately, the car was put to sleep.
From the settlement, I upgraded to an even better and bigger Volkswagen. Their tanks in WW2 got better with size, why not their cars? That vehicle took me all over Texas, until it sank in a swamp - nope, that's not it. It was targeted for destruction by a carload of illegal aliens. They were not insured, unlicensed, and hit me. But according to the letter of the Law, I was at fault for the accident.
You might think after all that I might have given up driving altogether. No, instead I acquired a Toyota 4Runner - the car of my dreams. Its big enough that I just dare people to hit me - not literally of course. Instead, I plead the Blood of Jesus over it every day. And at well over 100,000 miles, I am just now dealing with a handful of routine repairs. They are such awesome vehicles. If only all my car experiences were so nice.
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Don't Change A Thing...
This song is 40 years old - released October 27, 1982. I remember getting home from work and watching this video, and MTV for hours - cable television finally reached Longview, Texas and I talked my parents into installing it. We only had 3 reliable TV stations at the time.
Don't Change from INXS ranked as high as #17 on the US Charts, but that IMHO was an unfortunate ranking. The clubs were playing this as part of their regular rotation. An even I, as kid still in high school who only rarely went to a dance club, remember dancing to it many times. Enjoy! Just Don't Change A Thing!!
Its Election Season!
The owner of this Tweet blocked me, so I can't copy the original nonsense - so let me recreate the concept. For some reason, people on the extreme left - most democrats, are obsessed with The Handmaid's Tale. A truly dreadful book about a dystopian future where the breeding women are dressed like 18th century women - in red Snuggies and white bonnets.
