Dad mentioned in an email that he and my step-mum had just bought a new car. Wondering what was becoming of Dad’s old wheels, I asked what the deal was (completely innocently, I swear!).
I got a call a few minutes later from one Mr John Lochran, asking if I’d be interested in inheriting the Bluesmobile.
The timing of this couldn’t be more uncanny. I have a great deal of love for my car, the Crimson Dynamo, but after four years, it’s more than a little worse for wear. It had a great deal of trouble starting this morning, and I was starting to put my mind towards trading it in. And then, like a bolt from the blue, came this offer. I immediately leapt on, as you can no doubt understand.
Dad’s gonna ship the car down in the next week or two, after which I’ll be the proud owner of one ’93 blue Toyota Celica;
[example image courtesy of Google Image Search]Thanks very much, Dad! A hugely appreciated (and VERY well timed!) birthday present!
I feel all slick now. Like I gotta take a job with Miami Vice.
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