The in-laws are back in town so I'm back to driving our
beater. We actually have two vehicles that could be considered as such but our
van far surpasses the tank (our Jeep) so it officially holds the title of
"the beater".
I think most of us have had to deal with a beater sometime in life. The vehicle you love to hate. The vehicle that makes you want to wedge an ice scraper on the gas pedal, find the nearest cliff and send that god forsaken thing flying to its explosive demise....yeah...sorry...got lost in a thought for a moment.
This morning the beater was of course looking to seek revenge for letting it sit for the past couple of weeks so it decides to dish out a flat tire on me. Not just low...flat. I try desperately to limp this thing to a gas station but to no avail. The rim was hungry and ate the tire for breakfast. I pull the van over to the side of the road...defeated...and consigned myself to changing the tire. The sad thing, the spare is by far the best looking tire on the van. You gotta love that.
This cursed pile of soon to be scrap metal has left me and my family stranded so many times that the visions of burning it to the ground have become the only comforting thoughts I have of that rolling bag of...well..you know.
Eventually I get back on the road and all the time I'm going over what is wrong with this Town & crappy van. No AC, the heat only works on the driver’s side, it misses horribly (like it's having seizures), it will just decide to die sometimes without warning, the wipers have a mind of their own, the headlights might as well not even be there, the cruise control doesn't work, it leaks everything...on and on. At least the CD player still works...most of the time, so I got to chill myself down with some Portishead...ah... sweet Portishead.
I finally get to work...late...Damn it.
The beater strikes again...
Just you wait you evil, daughter of Christine...when the taxes come back in a few months...your days will be numbered and I'll be leading the villagers to hunt you down with torches and ice scrapers.
I think most of us have had to deal with a beater sometime in life. The vehicle you love to hate. The vehicle that makes you want to wedge an ice scraper on the gas pedal, find the nearest cliff and send that god forsaken thing flying to its explosive demise....yeah...sorry...got lost in a thought for a moment.
This morning the beater was of course looking to seek revenge for letting it sit for the past couple of weeks so it decides to dish out a flat tire on me. Not just low...flat. I try desperately to limp this thing to a gas station but to no avail. The rim was hungry and ate the tire for breakfast. I pull the van over to the side of the road...defeated...and consigned myself to changing the tire. The sad thing, the spare is by far the best looking tire on the van. You gotta love that.
This cursed pile of soon to be scrap metal has left me and my family stranded so many times that the visions of burning it to the ground have become the only comforting thoughts I have of that rolling bag of...well..you know.
Eventually I get back on the road and all the time I'm going over what is wrong with this Town & crappy van. No AC, the heat only works on the driver’s side, it misses horribly (like it's having seizures), it will just decide to die sometimes without warning, the wipers have a mind of their own, the headlights might as well not even be there, the cruise control doesn't work, it leaks everything...on and on. At least the CD player still works...most of the time, so I got to chill myself down with some Portishead...ah... sweet Portishead.
I finally get to work...late...Damn it.
The beater strikes again...
Just you wait you evil, daughter of Christine...when the taxes come back in a few months...your days will be numbered and I'll be leading the villagers to hunt you down with torches and ice scrapers.
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