The defibrillator was applied, the EMT yelled "Clear!", and [WHUMP], life has jolted into my little corner of the Blogosphere (go the xkcd reference!).
Unfortunately, this miraculous occasion is occurring to note the death and disposal of a beloved friend, companion, and compatriot: the "Ravenous 4".
The Rav died nearly a year ago now, but tonight is finally the time for it to be sent to the Great Parking Lot in the Sky. Or at least someone else's driveway. I assume that the new owner (who chopped down our palm trees) will bring it back to life just like I've done with this blog, but I won't be around to see it. [sniff]That said, the Rav was also a bastard. Or a bitch. (Never figured out its gender...)
SOOO many things stopped working, causing SOOO much money to be poured into the damn thing. Plenty of flat tires, accidental and otherwise (anybody remember the slashed tire at the Snooker Lounge?), plus flat batteries, and small fender-benders.Still, the last clean-out was full of nostalgia: the rust stain in the carpet where the heater core leaked boiling rusty coolant all over Pottsey's foot; the dents from funny and not so funny causes; various wrappings/napkins/stains from the Leach Hwy Maccas; confetti and glitter-like stuff from my [ahem] loving friends during my wedding... The Rav was there for my first real job, the night I got engaged, my wedding day, my first few months as a husband, and some of my very best memories.
Farewell, ya stupid car :) .
