Every day is an adventure with my beloved Delta 88. Who in their right mind would want a boring normal car with all its reliability in getting its driver from point A to point B? Part of the adventure, they say, is getting there. And the question of whether I will get there at all makes the journey even more exciting.
I have found that the car performs better if I give it a minute to warm up when I first start it up. So, I was doing this on Thursday morning and I sort of leaned back and watched the steam rise up next to the car's window and I felt all happy and relaxed and thought to myself: "I'm so happy that the mornings are starting to get cool again. I love the fall."
Then I remembered that it is August. The mornings have been cooler, but the temperature was still up around 65. The steam I was seeing was bluish smoke.
Thankfully, Gov. Jesse Ventura eliminated emissions standards in Minnesota several years ago, so I just ignored it and drove to work. Thanks, Jesse!
Random line from the song that I can't get out of my head: "After two flaming sambukas she don't care who she is."
There's something inherently wrong with the phrase 14-year-old wife.
Good name for a band: Civil War Surgery