Good People

I heart my car. She is a sweet little Corolla: black, manual drive, with illegally tinted windows. Though we have been through a lot together (almost sinking in a lake, Heather learning how to drive a stick, etc.) I only recently settled on a name for her, “Good People.”

Well, the dear girl hit the big 100,000 mark recently (I think she was 12 when I got her back in December 2003). That is a lot of rock and roll miles in four short years. It was a special moment for us when the dial hit that milestone - I pulled over and poured out a 40 oz. in remembrance of all the cars I have loved and wrecked in the past.

Here’s to the next 100,000 miles.

101 Things to do (or don't) before you die - #22:
Do go up in a hot air balloon.
Don't fear the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle.

- lada is a wolf but she likes to wear sheep's clothing