In which…

Everything I have to say today falls into one of two categories: “boorrrrrrinnnggggg” or “I-can’t-blahg-about-it”. Or both. The boooorrrrinnnnggg stuff is mostly just the same old same old stuff. The Sunday stuff. Except I couldn’t go kayaking. And I didn’t really want to make a solo expotition down to hike at Lake Erie or wherever. I settled for driving along the river for a bit. That would’ve been more fun if I hadn’t had a Tailgater. My tailgater today was an old coot a guy about my age in a Mercedes Benz convertible Midlife Crisis. Sorry buddy but this is a Scenic Drive and the speed limit is 35 and it is a narrow two-lane road and there are cyclists everywhere and I am taking my time.

I know all about male midlife crises and automotive vee-hickles. The GG had a midlife crisis before he even reached the wondrous age of 40 and that particular midlife crisis resulted in a beauteous sand-colored Jeep Wrangler. The Indefatigable. I will never forget the day I dropped Mouse off at nursery school in The Indefatigable for the first time. Her teacher was doing curb duty that day and she remarked about the fact that we had a new vee-hickle. Of course I had to say (rather snarkily at that), “It’s *not* a vee-hickle, it’s a midlife crisis.” The only problem with using a midlife crisis as an excuse to buy a new vee-hickle, is that you can only use it once. I think… The Indefatigable, despite being rear-ended on the southbound I75 SUV Speedway (on a Sunday) when it was several months old and subsequently spending weeeeeeks in a body shop, lived more than 17 years and taught uncountable numbers of children to drive — and drive stick — many years before they were legal in most cases. The last couple of years, I tried to get the GG to buy a new jeep but he chose the Mean Green Frog Hoppin’ Musheen instead. It has some similarities to The Indefatigable (all-wheel drive* and a trailer hitch) but it is way beyond the old jeep in terms of creature comforts. I won’t detail those. If I ever get to drive the dern thing for more than a few days, I might figger out how to operate the controls for them. But I like driving my intrepid little Ninja too, so…

Oh. The I-can’t-blahg-about-it category? Nothing major. Only the family stuff that we all have. Trivial stuff for the moment. Knock on wood…

*To be technically correct, The Indefatigable had 4WD drive. The Mean Green Frog Hoppin’ Musheen has AWD drive. I know that somebody will correct me on this if I don’t clarify it.

3 Responses to “In which…”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I’m pondering a Suburu myself, but I’m not sure if all wheel drive is as good as 4 wheel drive. I think there is a difference. I’m used to having 4 wheel low too which I’ve only used a couple of times, but when I have, I’ve REALLY needed it. Family stuff. Yeah. We all have it.

  2. Tonya Watkins Says:

    Funny, John and I have been talking about eventually getting a Subaru — not right away, but when we retire to Harstine (whenever the hell THAT may be…) We’ll need 4WD to get out of there during the winter, and by then the Durango will be in some wrecking yard crushed to the size of a can. I’ve wondered, too, if all-wheel-drive would be as robust as regular ol’ 4WD.

    Yeah, family stuff. Here in your comments I can at least say for me on this Father’s Day that it has to do with the batshit crazy nutcase that is my dad’s live-in lady friend. Gah!

  3. Pooh Says:

    Thanks for watching out for the cyclists, but it is too bad you had a tailgater. I love the picture of the sand ridges. In a month and two days, I’ll be there!