| | Forget your daughters lock up you vehicles.
Husband: Trot, trot, trot, clipedy, clopedy, you know what that is?
Wife: The sound of an idiot making noises with his tongue? (Sarcastically)
No, it’s the sound of pure genius.
What are you talking about?
The Amish, their geniuses, that whole horse and buggy thing is brilliant. Think about it no speeding tickets, no flat tires, no dead batteries, no expensive ga…
Ok “Jebediah” if you want our next vehicle to be a horse and buggy its fine with me, but I’m not going to be the one whose up at 4am feeding and clean up after it so you can leave by five and be to work by nine.
4am! (Picks up a news paper) Oh look honey the Auto mall is having a sale on Mazda’s.
I like most people often get frustrated with my vehicle. Between gas prices, tune ups, “minor” repairs that cost a major portion of your pay check, and so called little fender benders it can get overwhelming. Not to mention “speeding tickets, flat tires, and dead batteries.” And we pay month after month year after year for the (in) convenience of an automobile. There is nothing convenient about $250 for the payment, $100/ month for insurance, and another 30 bucks every time you re-fill the tank. I won’t even start to talk about the taxes we pay to keep the roads in good working condition.
Somehow through all this we have come to love the automobile and the freedom that comes with it. I remember being fifteen, counting the days before I could be behind the wheels of my moms SUV. In NH where I lived at the time you could legally drive with an adult at fifteen and a half. Little did my mom know some of my older “friends” had been giving me driving lessons in parking lots and back roads since I was fourteen. (Although, if you look at my driving record it didn’t seem to help) My first accident was in drivers ed, I got pulled over the first time 3 months after having my license, (the red convertible I was driving didn’t help) which by the way I had to wait six months to get because I illegally drove 200 miles across South Dakota when my brother and I took a road trip from Boulder CO. – Albany NY. My mother, all smiles, said, “So how much did you drive on the trip?” I answered, “About 200 miles, but it was flat and straight.” Dr. Mom turned into Dr. “I wish I could Hyde”, yelling that’s it you’re not getting your license for …um… six months. No joke instead of getting it in Aug. I waited until Feb. She said it would be my “Valentines Day” gift.
Four years, three cars, too many violations, and one piece of plastic later. I now realize why young men pay so much more for car insurance. And why when you wreck your Pastor’s wife’s car while on a missions trip to NC, reguardless of whose fault it really is the white Yankee kid from NH gets the $300 dollar ticket and has to mow lawns (while on the missions trip) for the next month to pay for it. Maybe getting up at four to shovel “hay” wouldn’t be so bad after all. Always wear your seat belt and some times a helmet especially if you’re riding with me…did I mention the time I spun my roommate’s Jeep into a guard rail, or the time I ice skated away from an accident, or when I
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