All Things Profane and Sacred

Our struggle with the cars continues. We have J's 30 year old Mercedes, which needs shocks quite badly and probably won't start come winter, our new (to us) $500 Mercedes, which sucks gas and just needs some rust management work before we sell it, our Toyota, which needs, among other things, an exhaust manifold before winter.

We're hoping to finish up work on the new to us Mercedes by the end of next month. We have someone who will trade us some cash and another Toyota for the gas guzzling Mercedes. That way we would have two reliable winter cars and the ability to pull the old green gal off the road until we can give her some TLC.

And we finally got rid of J's stupid Nissa Stanza. It is a long tale, the finishment of that old money sucking whore. It was broke down in our driveway for the last 6 months. We finally got it running when a desparate friend needed to buy a piece of shit car. We were set to drive it up to Salem and to collect our $ when the damn thing blew a gasket. We babied it back to a parking lot, and moved it every few days while we tried to figure out whether to fix it and sell it (Js desire) or to junk it (mine). NPR refused it as a 'donation' and the junk yard refused to come out and pick it up, so we wearily decided to take it in, fix it and then sell it. Of course, upon deciding this, another part exploded in the sun, so we had to cajole, then threaten the junk yard. And faced with the possibility of losing our copious business, they relented and hauled the hose beast to its final resting place.