Today I swapped cars with my neighbor. It’s a long story, tied up with getting rid of the #$$*) trees and getting a chipper to the house, and he needed to drive my car to work and so I took his.
It’s an ancient Toyota Camry with 193k miles on it. There are automatic windows, but not doors. I’m not entirely sure why he puts The Club on the steering wheel, no one would want it, but I played along.
And I think I’m in love. It’s a total beater, tough, easy to drive, and I didn’t worry that if I spilled my coffee it would be ruined.
I think I’m in love with yucky old cars.
Maybe that’s a good thing!
