News from the homefront. Today my trusty soccer-mom van (a 98 Plymouth Voyager) decided that it needs to take a permanent nap. It's so very sleepy. It's like the cranky tired child in the back seat right now....making all sorts of crabby noise. Clatterclatterclatter!! A blown rod or crankshaft bearing. Guess I can't blame it...it only has 284,008 miles on it. So...off I go to wrangle up some other form of transportation. I was hoping it would give me the honor of lasting til it hit 300k. Not going to happen. But not bad for a freebee. I think I'll go get a pickup now, which is what I really want anyway. Gotta have something to pull the boat. A van just isn't it for that. Even a truck in rough shape is better for pulling a boat than any "good looking" van.
Guess I'll have to put off saving for a Lincoln Towncar for the time being. Which reminds me that I haven't said much about who I am and what I do. The reference to a Towncar has to do WITH what I do for a living, plus, what I WANT to do for a living. I drive a taxi, and I want to drive a limo. Which is where the Towncar comes in. That's the car that everyone expects to pull up in front of their house when they call for limo service. Black on black, blue on black (out and in) with tinted windows, leather seating and all power options. They're a nice car...cushy.
I live and work in a small town about 30 miles outside a major city in the midwest and I often get requests to drive people up into the city to take in the entertainment up there. You know... the ritzy places like strip-clubs and sex-movie-magazine places. All I want to say is..."you don't NEED to go to those places...just become a taxi driver!!" Oh yes...I've seen (and heard!) waaaaay too many things in my cab. At least I'm paid for it. Don't worry, I'll tell some stories.