On the Road Again
Getting a car to replace another car is hard work. First you’ve got to wait a couple of weeks for the insurance checks to come in, then you have to find the car, and then you have to wait for the insurance checks to clear so you can buy said car.
Mind you, it’s been worth it. I’m still a bit nervous being out on the road (yesterday being the farthest I’ve driven since the accident), but I think the new car and I will get along fine.
Jamison has been naming his cars since I’ve known him. His Jetta was Baby, his Audi was Helga, and his BMW is Ebony. He dubbed my car Crayola (for that crayon smell my interior had), and I knew I had to think of a name for this car before he had a chance. I’ve settled on Zeke, after my surrogate grandpa.
And no, this car does not smell like crayons.