Easy Come, Easy Go

My husband just started sanding the body on the new hotrod, but already decided to sell it when he gets it finished. Unless I decide I want to drive it. You see, it's a little too rustic for him, too. Not only is there no radio or air conditioning, there isn't any power steering or power brakes. He has a bad back, and driving this car kicks his ass. I've been thinking about driving the car when he gets through with it.

I might take it over after all. I just wanted a smaller car, a little Honda or Toyota. This car is a two door, but it's longer than the car I drive now. I guess I could get used to no radio, or my husband could put one in for me. No air conditioning might be harder to get used to. I used to drive an old Delta 98 with no air, and ended up getting heat stroke in it. I was puttering around town up in Troy. I don't think it would have been so bad, even though it was awfully hot, but I was listening to the radio. I listen to NPR, and they had a guest on whatever show I was listening to that was really interesting. When I was ready for lunch, like a fool, I decided to just go through the drive-thru so I could keep listening to the radio. Then, I had another brain storm. Instead of eating while I was driving around, I would kick back and enjoy my chicken sandwich and listen to the radio parked in the car.

Big mistake. It was hot, really hot. I didn't feel too bad while I was eating, just hot. Then when I got home I realized something was wrong. I was very hot. I had a headache, and my stomach felt like I just ate a big bowl of battery acid. I flopped out on the couch, but couldn't get comfortable. My stomach was cramped up bad, and no position felt good. Not stretched out, not curled up, not on my back or on my stomach. Finally I was able to doze off.