gridlore | We could open a dealership.

We were just talking about our cars, and realized we've had a few in our 18 years together.

We started with my 1973 Datsun miniwagon (The Yellow Peril) and Kirsten's Mitsubishi pick-up (Siouxsi). After those went away, we had a little red car for so short a time we can't even remember who made it. Then we bought a new Geo Metro in 1992 (The Roller Skate.) Kept that for a few years, leased a new Geo just in time for me to get cancer. Kiri calls that one the Stolen Car. After that was returned,

capplor graciously let us use an old pick up which died in San Francisco. Kirsten's stepfather loaned us a 1967 Chrysler (The Boat, the Battleship Potemkin, or the Oh, Chrystler). Sometime after that we bought a Chevy from a friend, and promptly wrecked on the drive back up.

Once fixed, the Blue Car served us well for a few years before dying and being replaced by a Ford Taurus wagon (Sammi the Bull.) Sammi was a great car, making the trek to Burning Man. But she was showing her age. Kirsten really wanted a PT Cruiser, so we traded Sammi in at an Enterprise Car Sales for Barnum.

Which brings up to today, where we are a two-car household for the first time since about 1993. Ranger Darby is parked outside, and I'm still having trouble accepting the reality of the situation.