August 28, 2003
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An old Jag. They don't make them like that anymore.
One word.
Fuel.
One more word:
Humiliation.
According to inside sources, the fuel indicator went bananas. Apparently, Bob got us home on the last drop of gas .
"Damn you're lucky, " M said, when I called long-distance, to share the news.
"Just imagine it happening on the high way. That car must really love you." he said.
Eaten by remourse, I took Bob out to spoil her rotten.
I filled her tank extravagantly and then I took her to where all Bobs hang out. The car wash.
When I bring her to the garage on Monday, I don't want them to treat her like a juvenile delinquent, just because she's dirty. We may be Quirky, but we still have our pride.
Comments (21)
And George loves me for allowing me to drive him on his last drop of oil, without, you know, blowing apart or whatever.
ha, that's what I call puppy love, trout.
Now is Bob short for something (i.e. Bobette? Bobina?) or do you just refer to Bob as a she because of the age old law "All cars are girls"??
Bob's day at the spa...hehe
all my trucks have been named james. this van's name is lizzy, though.
i named my mom's old jag nadine. only if i were as pampered as your bob.
You mentioned Rover in the last blog. Is Bob, indeed, a Rover? I hope you kissed his hood or dash and apologized for blaming him when it was some person's fault (no names offered) who had not fed her fuel. *sigh* She, after all, gives you her best, and what does she get? Dusty and empty. Poor poor Bob.
Poor, Poor Bob indeed. Bob's a Rover 75,[there's a link in that last blog, but also if you click 'poor Bob,' here] hence the nickname. rover--> Rob-->Roberta-->Bob, for short. I've realized she's a she-car when I got to know her a little. I can't explain. The Trooper, for instance, was a male car, without a doubt, but Bob here, she's a she. I never ever let my fuel tank run empty, Chele. There's something wrong because I had a full tank. It's not a ride that empties a full tank. When I got home, the indicator showed a little over a quarter of a tank. Anyway, we're going to the garage on Monday. ifso: What a perfect name for a jag !
Funny, I never named cars before Bob. I thought it's ridiculous. Now I know better, though. ;-
Poor Bob! Hope all is well with her soon. My car baby, Sting, has been in and out of the garage twice in the past 4 weeks. Hopefully he'll run for at least a year without busting something again but that's unlikely.
Apparently I'm the only person who hasn't named my car...
My daughter and I both have a thing about not letting the tank get below a quarter. We've each run out on the road ONCE. Never ever ever again! My son, on the other hand, has run out twice in the same week, while in high school and expected to buy his own gas. For Christmas that year, we bought him a plastic gas can and attached a film canister with a $5 bill inside. The idea was, keep this in your trunk and you can always bail yourself out with some gas. WELL. It worked the first time. Did he replace the $5? No. Not that smart at 17, I suppose. Took him till he got closer to thirty to smarten up, that one. The old "Very intelligent, but low on common sense!"
My car has no name.
I'm just sorry that we have not developed that sort of a relationship. I think she's a bit standoffish.
I feel as though I've wronged Bob. She's a NEW car, people. She was manufactured in 1999, but have only been on the road since 2000, and I bought her two years ago, with 11,000 km. In other words, my Bob was practically a virgin, or a toddler, when we met. Do you even CLICK the links I add to my blogs ? Ever ? Anyone?
I have only once let the tank get below a quarter, and belive me, M made me write "I will never ...etc," 500 times, on the blackboard. The problem is, now, that there's something wrong with Bob's gas indicator . It shows a full tank, when in fact , it's anything BUT full. I'm taking Bob to the doctor on Monday, but in the meanwhile, I'm using an age-old technique: I watch the milage, and fill her up according to that.
Office: ?!?! You have a 30 year old son ?
No, Chele has a 30 year old son. I was a child bride--what can I say?
Chele, I'm sorry, I was in a haste. I know about your daughter, of course, since you people are all over the place, but I thought she was a child bride as well.. You're not Yemen, by any chance, are you ?
Funny, Chele, I was at your wedding and don't remember you as a child bride!!
The price on the Jag intrigued me. In 1967 I bought a red, 6-cylinder, MGA convertible for about that same price!! I thought I was hot stuff. I scared my husband so bad that he refused to ride in it with me. I had a minimum wage job and found I couldn't afford the $97 monthly payments and sold it. I shoulda begged, borrowed or hiested the balance. That beauty would be worth thousands today!!! Thoughts that bless and burn!
What price, Bev ?
The jag in that photo isn't our jag. M's jag is a 1996 Daimler I think. I love the old jags, though. They were so stylish.
I definitely don't have a 30-year-old son! I'm only 38! I don't often say the words "only" and "38" in the same sentence, unless it's something like this:
Dude, I saw this lady on The Jerry Springer Show, and she had three grandchildren, and she was only 38! Can you believe that shit?
Office my dahling, I am so sorry, it was entirely my mistake. I've somehow mixed your comment with Chels's , but I've since been (rightfully) scolded by Chele and I promise to better my ways. 38 ! damnit, office, you're only two years older than I, yet you have these lovely smiling kids to show for. That, to me, is as wonderful as winning the pulizer. I'm sending you to Jerry for that, like it or not. (You and Mr.S; man, can you imagine ..? )
You are cutting into my reading a book time. I get so caught up in your blogs, well....
As for the price of the MG(A) it was $2,700!! I could cut my throat right here and now!! According to the salesman it was the only 6 cylinder MG in Illinois. Who knew or cared, it was a honey. I just found a picture of Chele and I and the aforementioned. I'll try to scan and put in my file to add on my site.
Stay tuned.
Bev, I would love to see that photo. Our jag is a Daimler v-8. It's a beautiful blue ship and I can't drive it because it makes me feel absolutely ridiculous, like a child in grown up shoes.
Thank you for reading.