The Chariots of DOOM

[Drunk Monk]

Tara is officially inheriting Stacy's chariot, that workhorse civic.  It's a stick shift, which I'm pleased that Tara learned to drive from the start, no radio, no ac, busted corners and such, but it still runs like a champ.  Tara and I loaded it full of stuff she's taking, an old bed frame, a bamboo blind, our old throw rug which took some water damage in the shed so we had to cut a huge portion off, and a bunch of odd belongings like art, paintings, books and such.  My dad would've been proud to see how well Tara packed that car - like a freakin tetris master. They are driving straight to SD although they plan to avoid the grapevine. Tara says her new apartment mate is car savvy.  I just went over some stuff with her in that dad-ly way (as if I really knew cars) - reviewing with her how to add air and water to the car and where the oil stick was.  

Hopefully they will make it to SD without incident and that ol civic, which Tara has named Phoebe, serves her well for a few more years. She claimed it by placing a big ol Santa Cruz (skateboard) sticker on top of the old Santa Cruz (otter & pup) sticker that she got for Stacy when we first moved to the Cruz.  She's looking forward to gluing a small Ganesh statue to the dashboard, for protection.  

I'll miss each of us having our own cars, but I won't miss that civic.  It hated me. Always bumped my head when getting into it.  I'm sure it did that maliciously.