Inside and out.
Jane has Wiishu's 'tour of the new car' pix up…
by CJ | Jul 21, 2013 | Journal | 35 comments
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Probably is—good li’l salesman, he. But we were quite willing to be sold a car, after we’d driven it.
My first car was Fess, after the robot brain that transferred from spaceship to horse in Warlock in Spite of Himself. He was an orange Pinto hatchback (loved that car!) and he was amazing…except for the fact that he had this odd tendency to just die at unexpected moments…like on of Fess’ “epileptic” attacks. Turned out to be a faulty PCV valve, but it took four different mechanics to track it down and fix it.
My sister inherited him when I moved to New York to work for the Pinis. Broke my heart to leave him.
I love cars with character. Wesley winks. Every once in a while, you toggle a turn…and his windshield wipers make on flick across the windshield.
I’ve got you on that one. My 26-year-old Toyota Crayola only has 43,000+ miles on it. I have to turn the AC off when I’m merging onto our loop where the posted speed limit is 60, and if you do 60, people vroom past you like you’re standing still. I’ve threatened to put a sign on one side of my back window that says, “I’m peddling as fast as I can” and one on the other side that says “Tailgaters eat airbags.” (I used to want one that said “Tailgaters eat steeringwheels,” but now there’s airbags. . . )