My Sexy Little Fat Bottom Girl, Yes, She is my Car.
That really is my nickname for her. The only reason I own a car or even got my driver license was for these grand adventures. All winter long she sits peacefully on my longtime buddies front lawn. I was never even motivated to learn how to drive until I discovered just how beautiful my country was and that driving by myself was the only way to see it to my own satisfaction...to be sated, to have my need quenched. (I had to give her her own little post so she'll keep loving me.) The Primer down the side was the result of some guy moving a concrete barricade while I was camped on a beach. He came over we yapped. I watched him shift it without contemplating the full consequences. As I tried to squeeze out between the concrete and the guard rail I felt and heard it ripping, but was smart enough to realize that if I stopped then, my tires would sink and I would wind up hung up on a the wall in the middle of no where. Her beauty was marred that day, but our scars make us interesting too. I was on my way for an Oil Change anyway so I primed it before the rust could even start at the Sault St. Marie Canadian Tire. Like I said, the prominent scar gives her character. On top of being small and a hatchback I typically get some crazy mileage out of her. About 45 kilometres plus to the gallon. Between that and the cheapest insurance I can get, I think she was a sound investment. My insurance starts at the end of this month, and my only speeding ticket lapsed so I'm looking forward to lower rates this year. My next vehicle will probably be a van though, so I can lay out flat if I have to sleep inside, and will transform residential streets into night time camping spots...but shh, don't tell my baby girl. She's been my sole partner on so many of my camping adventures, I don't even like to think about it.