that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.

civic pride

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I am learning to love my car.

We’ve spent a lot of time together since I got her in August. Couple with three trips from Penticton to Victoria and back and the commute to UVic, I have become quite acquainted with the little darlin’.

Why in the WORLD would someone EVER buy a BRAND NEW CAR? I mean, having a used car, there are SO MANY things to learn….she’s constantly surprising me! When I first got her, she really liked to go fast but that was until we tried climbing a couple steep hills. And her tires were quite bald and aging and unaligned so that caused the steering wheel to tug at random intervals, like she was hinting at me. It’s been a lot better since I got four brand new tires, a lot less nagging at me.

And then, it was almost as if she felt like I bought her for her entertainment system, so now that the cd player was stolen, things are a lot better because I really pay attention to her. I know all the weird noises she makes when I have to stop her suddenly or I am in the wrong gear… she really speaks to me.

It’s almost like she’s teasing me though, sometimes… all these new things I learn from a used car. Like, just for a laugh, when I was driving her back to Victoria at Thanksgiving, Mallory and I were completely shocked when it was raining so hard and my baby’s windshield wiper wiped all the way OFF the windshield. That was weird. And ever since I got her, the windshield wiper fluid hasn’t worked… as in, it didn’t spray, until yesterday I tried it one more time and it worked. She’s a kidder, that blue bombshell, just when I thought I had her figured out it started working. A little friendship goes a long way.

And it doesn’t really matter that every second car I see out there is the spitting image of her, I am really learning to love my quirky little car.

Her latest trick is flashing her battery light every time I start her up or am idling… anybody else’s little machinery friends do that? What does that even mean? Mark?

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4 thoughts on “civic pride

  1. Okay so life is not fair and today it really seems unfair, especially after this great blog about your faithful new friend, your car. Sorry Kate. Wish I could get it back for you. I am looking!!

  2. Pingback: i wish i was exaggerating « that perfect hand…

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