In part one, the tree crushed my Explorer, or at least I helped the tree crush my Explorer. I told my son Ed, who lives near Colorado Springs about it that night. The next morning, he sends me an email to go to a Craig's listing for a car in Denver. I'm pretty set on just trying to put a new door on the thing, but I open up the link and there is my car! Same model (but a year newer '94), same color, only 71,000 miles (with a Tule rack on top). And it is priced at about what I'm going to have to put into my 269,000 model to get it up to speed.
Long story short, Ed drives to Denver that afternoon, picks up my sweetie, Kris, at her house and they go to Thornton, test drive the car, give the guy a hand full of greenbacks and I'm in wheels again.
I've decided it was the universe's way of telling me that I needed a new car. That, of course, is less painful than admitting I was a dummy in the first place!
Kris is bring it down on Friday. I'm going to share with you what my plan was. I was not going to tell anyone, then I was going to post a photo of myself pouring a bottle of Monavie into the old car's gas tank. Then the next day I would post a photo of the new car with a caption that Monavie does wonders. I decided the company's compliance department might get a little fired up!
And, really, I'm just happy to drink it to keep me going!
So a big shout out to Ed for all his help and to Kris for missing Star Dancing to go along and bringing it home. And to all my friends who pointed out that this was not an unusual happening!
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