Cars...

Car-wise last week was a roller coaster of emotions: sad news regarding my 1992 Jeep Wrangler that has been declared 'dead'... My dear car died on me... I'm heart broken, I'll tell you that. I love my Chuck (that's it's nick name since I've had it). Now since my car is not the youngest anymore I don't think I can sell it, especially without a functioning motor. I really want to keep that car, but then I'll have to save a lot of money to buy a new motor block. It actually all depends upon where I'll find work. If I can catch a train to work, I don't really need a car, so I can save a little bit to buy a new motor. On the other hand we still have my brother's Alfa Romeo MiTo which I could drive to work if there's no way I can catch a train to work.

1992 Jeep Wrangler

Last week the Alfa was in the garage to repair the broken window, door and seat (from the brake in a couple of weeks ago). The repairing of the car caused a lot of trouble: normally we could pick up the Alfa on Friday. Since the men from the garage didn't call us, I called them to hear if the car was ready. Apparently if there has to be done some body work, the car goes to a body shop in the neighborhood of the garage. The guy form the garage couldn't tell me immediately if our car was ready. Five minutes later his colleague called us to tell us the car had just been returned. When we arrived at the garage we noticed the key chains on our car key weren't there. The car key itself seemed more 'used' then ours. Suspicious... We got to the parking lot to find our car, but... our car wasn't there!!!! Turns out the guys from the body shop made a huge mistake and brought in a white Alfa MiTo, but not the right one!! Since it was too late to call the body shop we returned home with a Fiat 500. They reassured us they'd call up first thing on Monday. At 11am I decided to call them again myself, because of course they didn't bother calling. Then after 5 minutes of waiting on the phone, they said they didn't know if our car was ready because there was something wrong with the door in the way that they weren't sure if the door was ours. You have got to be kidding me, I thought, they didn't know if it was the right door???? How is that even possible??? At last at 4pm my dad went to the garage and claimed our car. The car was ready, with the right door. Weird story, I know!

2010 Alfa Romeo MiTo

But, back to last week's roller coaster of emotions: my car declared dead on Monday. Tuesday we went to Holland to drive a 1966 Dodge Charger, we'd been there before and saw the car in great shape and now we were able to take it for a spin. Wonderful sound, great motor, everything on the inside is working. I'd never seen an old timer in such a good shape. Of course my brother bought it. And as from Friday he is the proud owner of a '66 Dodge Charger!!!

1966 Dodge Charger