July 30, 2004
Plug, Pulled
Velocidaughter 1 finally got her driver's license yesterday, at 16.6 years of age, and so of course I slammed the last nail in the coffin of my youth by purchasing a car for her today. I am officially an Old Fart now.
Not a bad rig, though. A 1997 Mercury Mountaineer. All wheel drive, V8, tricked out, low miles, cherry condition, very good price. Owned by a neighborhood couple so anal-retentive I've often tried to convince them they are gay.
Now I know my readers, and while I wouldn't say some of you are opinionated, I would say you're assholes. So spare me the stories about the flaming exploding tire-blowing dog-killing negro-dragging rollover tendencies of the Mercury Mountaineer, of which I am sure you are quite familiar. I wanted some sheet metal around the girl, some visibility, low-torque. I wanted an M1A1 Abrams tank, but I didn't have 4.3 millie. Unfortunately, she will get the Abrams mileage.