I've been living at home with my parents without a vehicle. This means that I often have to ask to borrow the car or get a ride. Poof! 16, like magic!
Today, though, all that is a thing of the past. Today I bought my freedom (and a car) !!!
His name is The Dusty Detective!
I bought him from a mechanic that works for the city police and bought the car off them. Which means that it's only been used for detectives to ride around in solving crimes. I'm like 1 degree of separation away from Nancy Drew and Veronica Mars!
This is also a good example of putting what you want out in the world. Only last week I mentioned to my uncle, the car genius, that I was really getting ready to buy a car. And then he found this one in great shape and for a reasonable price. Next up, universe, I'd like to have slightly less of a sugar belly and, more importantly, a lovely apartment for the Gentleman Caller and I. Ok? GO!