Luck of the German.

Little known fact, I've been smoking since I was practically a kid. Thanks to Grandpa who would smoke a pack a day with no vent except for an occasional door opening and closing. For confessional reasons (another night of honesty) I'll go on record to say I would steal a pack once in a great while in middle and what little part of high school I did in that town.

Well about a year ago I stopped smoking and I find every time I wind up in Fallon, Nevada I get driven to a pack of Malboro 100's. I seriously don't like it as much as I thought I did but it helps calm the nerves. I'll go on record to say as a kid I thought it was cool to smoke because it was taboo to be young and smoke. Now I'm over it and could care less. However, most things in life it do come back to haunt me sometimes. 

Well to sum up my weekends it has to be explained in two acts. Here's act 1.

Took my car in to the auto-body shop after trying to help Diddly out with finding a Halloween costume. I went on the highway for five mins and I heard an annoying arrhythmic sound from the car. So, the next day I took in the car to the auto body shop I've made good customer service to and they finally put a nail in the coffin. It's literally a car I will spend more on than the car is worth. Internal Engine Failure. Three words a car owner does not, NOT want to hear. So, in back on the market for a car. This time I'm doing dealership and getting a truck. I'm done with cars! The week following I drove the car to the bitter end and it survived till I got a new vehicle. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Act 2.
Lor and I went to the fall company pick nick. Which meant we had to bring her pet rabbit (Bentley) along. While there, all the gun slinging co-workers saw the rabbit as dinner. Provided he is a 16 lbs none the less. After awards were given out, we duced the fuck out. Shortly after we went to PetCo for a  Halloween costume competition. Over all, we took 2nd place. We lost to a dog with a genetic disorder which made it a miniature, mini... AKA, a Dwarf Dog. Well, with pity points going to the dwarf dog, Lor took the second place with pride. When she left to show off Bentley to the associates and other pet owners. One of the judges walked up to me and said, "You were suppose to win." THANK YOU! We all knew this, and it made us feel better when we got home after a quick drive. After everything was said and done, we did a quick photo shoot outside of the house with Bentley in his bumble bee costume.
(The Next weekend)
After a week of hunting for the price range and what type of car I was interested in. Chief, his wife, Lor and I went to the auto dealer. After explaining what type of car I wanted, price and I wasn't being waffly about what I wanted... There were needs to be met. The funny thing about car dealers is how I know they're people too, but once they get to know you. Or you feel like they know you so well. That's when they get ya to buying a car over priced, and not what you wanted. Because they'll play the "friend card." 

Provided I've never had a car which had power Anything. I still have a car which has crank windows. Whatever, judge me now, but the first car the dealership whom shall be unnamed showed me. Was some kind of souped up Nissan which was self-painted, looked like someone took a paint pen and tried to stencil the word Nissan. Sad part, Chief and I thought it was a guy with MS. The paint was chipping, the doors were coming undone and and it was a crank door which is now a power window door. HUGE red flag because once someone gets to splicing wires and pulling power from somewhere; you may experience technical difficulties.

The next car, seemed nice. But, it had galvanic corrosion like a mother fucker. I looked at Chief and we said pass! Meanwhile Lor was with us and she and I texted about the dealers tactics of selling the cars on the lot. She was noting a few ways he could have done better and she was probably taking cues to apply to at her job. Meanwhile, she was also telling me how I could be a better customer. So it went both ways overall.

Well, truck number three. A white Ford F-150 8 foot long bed. New wheels, new battery, and most recent inspection. I looked into the cab and there was a used red bull can, and a bag of Reese's pieces. Also, it had 32 cents in the cab drawer. I looked underneath and found no corrosion, lifted the hood and the same could be said. Then the test drive and drove a good exit down the highway, went in a neighborhood and just drove it. Then the next day after Chief bargained the price, I took the truck (this time clean) into a friends mechanic shop. After three hours, Eric said it was a good truck. Unlike the last time I bought a car, I didn't have a mechanic look at it. So, I feel I took the proper steps this time. I will go on record to say, you should always have a mechanic look at a car before you purchase. Make friends with a mom&pops shop. Also, feel comfortable with their knowledge. Because a smart individual whom has a trade in a high-end investment is always a plus.

Needless to say, I bought the truck. And I'm happier with not driving in a death trap. Further more after a couple of hours of ownership I explained to Lor why every car has a name. It's A. a tradition I've had in my family. For example, Dad had three trucks I can remember. The first was Beast. Then he had Black Beauty. And his last truck to own was Big Blue. The three cars I've personally owned have been named Tsunami (it was a wave of V8 which was going to get ya). The second was the most recent and not missed Jinx (a problem child from the get-go). My new truck is named White Zombie. Photos will explain in the future. I'm just glad things are slightly getting back in order.