Buying a car is frightening. But not like a roller-coaster, which is also fun; nor like Judge Judy, where you’re scared so much that someone else has to remind you it’s only TV. Buying a car. The act of using money you don’t have to buy a vehicle you barely know is almost paralyzing. Especially when it comes to the part of the deal where you sign here, initial there, thumb-print here and leave specimen there. It’s horrifying.

But it’s absolutely necessary, at least until Spring Arbor gets mass transit*.

We ended up getting a Ford Expedition. Sure, it guzzles like an Uncle I once had, but it does the job. The job, by the way, was to haul our family from here to anywhere with no trouble. 4-wheel drive should cover that. Plus, I had to be able to fit inside without it looking like a joke. Check.

Check mate.

So now Emily drives the nice truck. I get the somewhat nice Jeep, though it feels much smaller now that she’s driving a zip code. It’s a nice ride and we’re glad to be able to get such a thing. Now to go sell some organs I don’t need… **

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*My vote would be for the Monorail that runs from Evelyn Bay to Concord (and stops in between)

**You know, like musical instruments. And a kidney.