Probably nothing tells the tale of Papa more thoroughly than my present ride. BUT, before i get to that, I want to thank all of you bloggists out there for the kind welcome and encouragement to carry the torch in Amanda's absence. I'm a daily subscriber to SouleMama myself!
Well, as you can see, it's ok to stand on the hood of Papa's ride... Even with your shoes on. It's ok to climb on the roof if you weigh less than 200lbs - but you can lie and i don't check. Usually, you can find some Netflix in or around the front seat and you can borrow them, watch them and return them a week later, faster than I can return them. Tucked under the dash in front of the passenger seat are the coffee cups and bad food wrappings that I hide from Amanda for no other reason than she fears for my health. I rationalize with - Organic, healthy food at home / cheese pazzo bread from Amato's on the road. Yuck. Other excellent features are; an array of coins that Ezra spreads throughout the vehicle including many jammed into the vents, radio and cigarette lighter. Paperwork for my four current jobs and two that have ended but the paperwork lives on. Clothing for all seasons, a radio on the blink(Ezra?), one working speaker, a permanent layer of dust and well, you get the picture.
It's Papa's car.
Part jungle gym, part office.
The car that, when wheeling into the driveway, may encounter hostile pirates, desperate to climb aboard, a clown, Dorothy and the Scarecrow or a host of other characters who laugh and hug and kiss and are happy to take the wheel while Papa works the pedals ("Faster Papa Faster!!!").
Purchased from the proceeds of an unfortunate mishap when Amanda and I ran into each other(quite literally) a couple of years back. Totaling our previous Subaru and paving the way for this beauty. The preventative maintenance budget is at zero (next to the resale value) and there it shall stay. 'Til death do us part.