March 10, 2005
Goin' Mobile
There is nothing more wrenching than a daughter who's rolled her vehicle, and then feels aggrieved when she must slip-seat with the parents for a ride. I believe I was supposed to give her my car, and fend for myself until I could find a suitable replacement for her. Strange how things didn't work out that way.
But I must confess I think the sense of entitlement gene is apparently inherited, so I cannot fault her. I created this. All this to say I replaced the Mountaineer with a 2002 Explorer. She had a psychological need for similar hardware, and I am nothing if not obliging (except to everyone else, of course).
And so she is freewheeling again, and somehow I walked away from this with injuries only to my wallet. So be it.
Ditto. The Velocigirl is a lucky kid.
Posted by: og at March 10, 2005 8:59 PMHmmph.
You made me wonder why my 'rents stuck me in a freakin' Yugo.
They wasn't po' by any means.
Posted by: rightisright at March 10, 2005 10:16 PMMoney can always be replaced. Glad she's okay!
Posted by: zonker at March 11, 2005 12:19 AMWhy don't you just turn over your check book to her and let her get what she wants. Easy come, easy go.
Posted by: Catfish at March 11, 2005 12:42 AMHoly crap. *I* can't afford a 2002 Explorer for *ME*... (If I could, I wouldn't be driving this good-for-nothing [in the snow] Accord...)
Posted by: Jay G at March 11, 2005 2:11 PMNumber 1 is gettin' a ... KIA. And as the say in West Coast Choppers FREEBIE... I just have to pay for everything to make it road worthy to my satisfaction, tags, title, insurance, and lift kit, headers, roll bar, nitrous, parachute, and heavy duty brakes. Perhaps a helment and a 6 point harness. A Hines device would be nice. A pit crew would be too. Radar/Laser detector, CD system, 4/60 AC most likely. Ejection seat. Cup holder.
What have I missed?
After the Mountaineer saved her life, I'd say you had no choice but to get a similar vehicle.
Bless her heart, but I hope this one lasts longer.
My parents gave me a small used Japanese car when I turned 16, but I was so thankful to have it I never questioned the wisdom of giving a 16 year old a toyoto. Then again, there weren't nearly as many trucks on the road in 1975.