The Car That Would Not Die

I’m reminded of a scene from The Big Lebowski.

Recently a tree branch fell on my car smashing its windshield. The car isn’t insured. It’s old, and not worth much. And for $300 I got a brand new windshield. It’s pretty sweet.

Then yesterday, there was a fender bender with a piece of debris on the highway in Massachusetts. Everyone is okay. But the car still isn’t insured, and while no harm came to the new windshield, the front fender and grill are gone. My license plate is somewhere scattered across the Mass Pike.

Today, I’ve been dealing with all of that, plus the other realities of the move and the transition to Ann Arbor. You know, because moving isn’t already hard enough.

But because of who I am, and my dedication to driving this old car into the ground, it’s getting repaired. And I’ll have it back on Thursday! However, the blog will likely continue to be spotty this week.

Stay tuned, because I can’t wait to tell you more about the quick trip to Pennsylvania, and the amazingly epic Tour de Downtown Albany. But those stories are just going to be a bit delayed.