Damn big rigs!

Well, I'm back. Of course, it's only to bitch about spending more money on the Saab. This time, however, it's not Vig's fault. While driving the other day a big rig idiot decided he wanted to be exactly where I was. Since two solid objects can't occupy the same space (at least not in this reality), I had to swerve fiercely to the right to avoid getting crushed. All the while, Jonah's in the backseat watching birds (the top was down) and talking to himself—ah, the obliviousness of youth!

To prove my theory that two solid objects can't occupy the same space, there was a kindly curb corner where I was trying to be. Right front wheel, meet curb corner. Curb corner, meet right front wheel. I pulled over into a parking lot (which was conveniently there) and when I was finished cursing and screaming, got out to check my wheel. Curb 1-Vig Wheel 0.

I guess I'm lucky that my tire didn't blow. The wheel has bent in and my alignment now sucks. After a lot of internet searching, I finally found my wheel online. Of course it's discontinued, but my luck has held out and I think I'm getting the last one on the planet. It's even local (Miami, but that's close enough) so I'm hoping it will arrive on Monday (12/22).

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

1947 Saab Ursaab

Now that's a rag taap day!

In my last post What if it rains? I pondered over those brave souls who challenge the weather gods and drive with their tops down when the sky looks threatening. Not I. I'm a wuss. My birthday, however, did provide a brilliant rag taap day:




Fluffy little clouds, playing with the sun. A little spirited driving, with some good tunes. On the way to my birthday massage.

That's livin'!

What if it rains?

I'm a Nervous Nellie. If I see even the threat of a cloud in the sky, I won't put my top down. I'm so paranoid that the sky will open up and the flood gates of heaven will be released. There go my seats. There goes my electrical. Etc., etc., etc.

I'm always amazed to see those brave souls who drive with their top down, no matter what. Threat of rain? Who cares! Monsoon? We'll be fine! I just couldn't do it. This was the sky yesterday afternoon:



I saw, not one, but TWO different Mustangs drive by me with their tops down. Maybe owning a Mustang makes you more of a daredevil. (I think it makes you just like everybody else, but what do I know?) I do know that with a sky threatening to open up and dump, there is no way my top's going down. I like to be topless on those nice days where the sun shines down and really elluminates my assets.