Automotive Rescue Blues
My chariot, my trusty road-sled, the grand ’85 Oldsmobile Brougham, is on its death bed – gasping and wheezing for its last ethanol breath. It will take a minor rattletrap, super skate miracle to bring my gas guzzler back from the brink.

I took it to the local garage today and they just shook their heads. They too realized what a fine machine I had on my hands but advised me that what it would take to nurse it back to health would be wisely spent on a hefty down-payment for another oil burner.

So now I’m left with some hard choices and as much as I want to get excited about the possibility of a new ride, I think its important to take some time to morn the passing of a loved one.