Free Car!
At least that what it was going to be.
It is a 2000 Hyundai Tiburon. This is a picture of the two of us. I am the taller one. I think it looks like a toy car when I stand beside it, but I really do fit in.
It was a free gift from my daughter a couple of years ago. This is the daughter I love more than I can say, but who is the only person in the world to whom I cannot say, "No."
In any case, she had this car, and it was an extra one; surplus; extraneous; a spare. You get the picture. So she said,
"Dad, I would like to give you my car."
I said, "Sure."
"All you have to do is pay the bill to get it out of the repair shop."
"Thanks," I said.
It sounded like a good deal at the time.
The bill was $3500.00
Well, the car was probably worth that much at the time, so at worst I got a good car at a reasonable price. In the meantime, I have become quite attached to it as we travel the Province representing Alpha. It turned over 240,000 km on the way down to Calgary. Still runs like a top.
When I refer to it in the third person I call it, "the Tib." When I speak to it directly, in the second person I simply call it, "Tib." Some guys call their cars girls' names, but in the interest of gender equality I simply think of it as an, "it."
For example, the Tib has learned, as we drive through a city, town or village, to recognize a building with a cross on it, apply the brakes, and turn into the driveway. It sees every such building as a potential Alpha host. But sometimes we are in a hurry, perhaps to a previous and important appointment, and I find myself having to say "Not right now! Tib, maybe we'll be able to come back." It usually obeys.
People often pray for me in my travels, but perhaps we should include Tib in our petitions.
Blessings,
John
It is a 2000 Hyundai Tiburon. This is a picture of the two of us. I am the taller one. I think it looks like a toy car when I stand beside it, but I really do fit in.
It was a free gift from my daughter a couple of years ago. This is the daughter I love more than I can say, but who is the only person in the world to whom I cannot say, "No."
In any case, she had this car, and it was an extra one; surplus; extraneous; a spare. You get the picture. So she said,
"Dad, I would like to give you my car."
I said, "Sure."
"All you have to do is pay the bill to get it out of the repair shop."
"Thanks," I said.
It sounded like a good deal at the time.
The bill was $3500.00
Well, the car was probably worth that much at the time, so at worst I got a good car at a reasonable price. In the meantime, I have become quite attached to it as we travel the Province representing Alpha. It turned over 240,000 km on the way down to Calgary. Still runs like a top.
When I refer to it in the third person I call it, "the Tib." When I speak to it directly, in the second person I simply call it, "Tib." Some guys call their cars girls' names, but in the interest of gender equality I simply think of it as an, "it."
For example, the Tib has learned, as we drive through a city, town or village, to recognize a building with a cross on it, apply the brakes, and turn into the driveway. It sees every such building as a potential Alpha host. But sometimes we are in a hurry, perhaps to a previous and important appointment, and I find myself having to say "Not right now! Tib, maybe we'll be able to come back." It usually obeys.
People often pray for me in my travels, but perhaps we should include Tib in our petitions.
Blessings,
John
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