I figured, if you never trust anybody, you wind up worse off than if you trusted somebody and they ripped you off. I don’t know if that holds up logically, but I think it holds water if you factor in the aggravation factor.
I told him I really wanted a standard shift and manual windows and door locks. I hate having to turn on the car to close a window. I do miss lowering the two back windows on a hot day on the highway, but hey, you pick your problems. Like this other terrible problem: when you open the door, the overhead light doesn’t go on. You have to turn it on. What a hardship!
Amir gave me a great 97 Honda Civic for six grand, worth at least ten, but because it had a salvage title — the computer had been stolen and replaced — my credit union wouldn’t give me a loan. This bank in Ware didn’t know me, but they knew Amir, and he helped me get a loan from them.
I paid it off three years ago and it’s still running great. And my daughter’s car that we bought there is still running great too.
I used all three vehicles in the fleet today. The Civic, Claire de Lune, I drove over to Florence to have brunch with my daughter at Miss Flo’s Diner and then down to Agawam to visit my mom, who is in a really excellent nursing home for Old Timer’s patients.
I’d take the scooter, but it would be an hour each way.
Then I rode about 18 miles on my bicycle, Bullwinkle, over mighty Mt. Warner, which, in any town except Hadley, would be designated a mole hill.
But whenever I see Lance Armstrong tackling the Pyrenees, I go conquer Mt. Warner. Then down into Amherst, across UMass and up into Cushman for the final descent down to Puffer’s Pond where I took a delicious dip.
Then I biked home four more miles and rode my scooter Camilla over to the Harp for a Guinness.