Tuesday, February 15, 2011
vehicular automobilic shlobble-gob
Image above was scanned from the faded blue paperback manual, shoved in the glove compartment of the 1996 F-250, which is quite amazingly, in our possession.
It has not quite sank in that we actually have a vehicle now; and not just some little automobile, but a heavy-duty TrrrUCk! with two fuel tanks, a v8 and a cab that, when parked, is a good two feet above my head- before climbing inside.
But hey, you remember Ol' Tooth... that primer-grey, beefy beast with not a hint of a muffler?
Well, you will be relieved to know that THIS truck is much more reliable and hopefully even a long-lasting one. Even so, it feels illegal. I peek out my window every so often to make sure the Department of Transportation isn't slapping a ticket on it. As if its mere existence is a violation to the city somehow. But no, it is more-so a violation to myself! Afterall, though we only drive it when we need it (which will soon be everyday, once i'm farming and hauling things in it), it is a gas-gusseling change in our lifestyle.
Okay okay, calm down saltron, your ideals haven't entirely flown out the window yet.
Just think of it as an extra large power-tool. Take a deep breathe and keep reading the manual.
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You got one! Yay! I went through a similar spell of guilt after obtaining that car. But the sudden effortless pleasure of getting where I wanted when I wanted to rain or shine day or night pretty much swallowed my guilt whole. Then it got wrecked and it all came back. But hopefully that won't happen to you. You are using it for good and not for evil! It's a mysterious relationship with the gas-powered horse, no?
ReplyDeleteindeed, and we are slowly getting used to having access to such a convenience. and trying not to use it for satan, yes.
ReplyDeleteyeesh, i hope the cost of the wreck wasn't too steep!
gas-horse, i like that.
The cost of the wreck was... mixed. The gas-horse was a gift and underinsured. I'm paying it back bit by bit nonetheless. On the other hand, it sent me back to Asheville, which has been one of the best things to ever happen to me.
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