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Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Gone, baby gone.

so that's it. My baby's gone. I bought the car in 2001, about 3 months after i started my first job in Arizona. My boss' friend was selling it for $5,000. I tried to talk him down $200. He said no. Come to think of it, it was my first negotiating experience. My second was when he said no to $4,900.

This car and i have been through a heck of a lot together. She was my first, and everyone remembers their first. So many adventures. So many exciting things. So many scary things. A few near-death experiences, too.

Like there's the time i had to throw a massive rock, nay, BOULDER through my front window. Why would i do this? Because we were stuck far away camping, my buddy had taken MY keys home with him, and all the beer was in my cab. Good think windshield insurance comes free in Arizona!.

Take a look at a sampling of the neat stuff found in the glove compartment of my Ranger. Damn, those cities made some MAD cash off of me and my forgetfulness....

It's good to own a truck. Whenever you need to move stuff, no problem. Buying large quantities of wood at Home Depot? No problem. Constantly moving in the South Bay because you keep getting kicked out of your apartments? No problem. All of your friends knowing that you have a truck, and hassling you for it every time they want to move? Ok, that's a bit annoying…

I will always remember this car fondly. But there comes a time when you just have to say good-bye. That time comes when the engine seals are leaking causing the car to burn coolant in a thick, foggy shady of white. This would require an engine diss assembly to fix, and well north of a grand.
Blue book value of the Ford? $500. Even my car insurance was less than $300. A Year!

Adios, tiger. Alexander will miss you as well!

Just for reference, this picture is from November 2009, when Alexander was a mere 1 1/2 years old!

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K.Love  posted on  Thursday, January 31, 2013

Aww...this make me sad. I remember the neighbor cat at Bobbert's that liked to sleep on the tire. And me driving it and getting a flat tire. And us driving through that tunnel in Phoenix over and over again screaming "liiiiiiiiiiiiiights!" We were (well I still am) pioneers of wasted youth.

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