(Number six is at the farm.)I have come to the sad realization that I have been complicit in the stockpiling of vehicles. It seems that there is a good reason to have each and every one. When My Honey suggested selling the Lexus, I balked. ("That's the car I usually drive, it's paid off, it's not worth as much to anyone else.") So, we move on to considering the little Toyota truck. ("Well, it gets the best gas mileage, My Honey drives it to work.") Ok. So, how about the big red truck? ("It's useful for taking loads to the farm, it has the extended cab for the girls.")
Do you see how it happens?
Much to My Mother's bemusement, we have also come to understand how we are the embodiment of a pattern established generations ago of "Guys who Accumulate Vehicles and the Women who Love Them".
So, here's to you, Grandma and Grandpa! May you rest in peace knowing the tradition survives!
aw, mom this is adorable, but maybe you want to consider DOING something about the stock piles?? like, ooh, i don't know, donate one to charity so that a young mother trying to drive her daughter to dance lessons can be more comfy than taking the bus...JK JK, enjoy the cars.
ReplyDeleteok but seriously.
-jfoob
Touche' my Dear! Will have to think about that one. Mom
ReplyDeletesame question with "which one to donate" would apply as to "which one to sell"...
ReplyDeletei could fix a car for charity, maybe... as long as I don't have to give up any of my own...
My brother has the same problem at his place in the country.
ReplyDeleteEach vehicle has a different and valid purpose, including the Totota Hilux pickup which he converted in a brilliant Heath Robinsonesque moment of inspiration into a mobile sawbench - using the drive shaft to power the blade. He drives to the woods, sets the gears to the blade, restarts the engine and when he puts it in gear the blade turns and he saws his own wood, which then fuels the fire in the woodburner in his house - which he built himself, which then heats the water and radiators. BTW, he found a newly-dead partridge by the side of the road last week, took it home, plucked it and cooked it. So he officially lives on roadkill to supplement what he shoots. He and Andre are indeed kindred spirits.