Glad scamp is living the good life... That's my objective for my next or a future life, I hope to come back as a cat in a happy home with lots of sunshine and cozy warm quilts! Now how to achieve that...
Stan's a good name for a car.
Yup, my first car ( actually my dad's Oldsmobile that I had the use of during my late teens), was named Angus, his older sister, the one my older brother drove he named 'Sue'. Then I had a small little chef chevette named 'Billy'. A year or so after moving to Switzerland I inherited my grandfather's old Mazda, which was named 'Johnny'. Drove that for about a year and then it was violently killed by an old lady trying to commit suicide by jumping off the roof - she landed on Johnny's roof, (I was standing only a few yards from the car and had just been about to get in... Luckily I was delayed, or I would have been killed too. I later went to visit the old lady in hospital, and all she could do was yell at me for saving her life... Not a successful day all round - and the insurance claim took more than a year to settle because suicide is exempt... Then I got a new mazda, a little hatchback which was named 'johnny2'... He was fab, we went everywhere together and travelled all over the neighboring countries 'till one sad night my mom fell asleep at the wheel, mom fine, johnny 2 dead, motorcycle also dead, the knee of the motorcyclist could fortunately be reconstructed and he was completely fixed too. Then needed a new car quick - one that could accommodate my grandmum's wheelchair in the trunk and still have someone in the back seat (which frankly had been next to impossible in johnny2, so I got a second hand opel vectra (vauxhall to the Brits), 'Sam' was good to me too and much more practical for vacations, but unfortunately the rust got the better of him and I finally had to sell him, as he was declared unfit to drive in switzerland he was purchased by someone who drove him somewhere in the middle east. I then inherited my aunt's old subaru... This I promptly named 'Pepe' for peep-Le-pew the amorous skunk... Not because he's amorous, but he is rather a skunk... We had gone boating and transported a wet rubber dinghy in pepe after which pepe was stored in a closed garage for two months... The trunk still has a slightly moldy sniff to it three years on... And at the moment the battery is dead - result of me going off on a business trip and leaving the lights on... Going into the garage next week... The story of my life with my cars - not so cool - but I do seam to have some weird adventures...
Whenever my cousin's husband hears a wield car story, he alway tells them that they're still normal, the really idiotic things only happen to his sister Anne, or his wife's cousin... I don't know if I would agree with him
Have a great Saturday everyone!