Sunday, January 22, 2012

the swagger-wagon is dying.

Seriously, this breaks my heart a little.  And then I remember it's a Pacifica and I'm okay again.

We do have some great (and sometimes slightly horrifying) memories though.  The time we hit the recliner... the big cement post... the neighbor.  Kid vomit, dog vomit, and an exploding can of Cherry Coke Zero.  The list goes on.  I can't even explain the alleged blood spatter stains on the driver side floorboard because we've been through so much.  So you see?  There's a lot of history here.

And then the check engine light came on last week and our friendship ended pretty abruptly.  This quickly escalated to pure hatred when the thing started idling at an uncomfortably low rate at stoplights and making sounds under the hood that remind me of dial-up days.  In fact, if you ever get to hear this noise you too will find yourself waiting for the old AOL voice saying "you've got mail".  But it doesn't do that.  I've listened closely.  Plus, that would be kinda weird.... and awesome.

So I guess the search is on.  I'd like to find something that doesn't cost as much as a small house, but I live in SC so that's narrowing the scope quite a bit.  Nah, I'm just kidding.  If it's shiny I'll probably like it.

Get well soon, swagger-wagon.