Tag: car

Welcome to Hoth

My car read -13. It’s -40 with windchill. We are as cold as Hoth. I was mildly disappointed when I stepped outside, however. I didn’t feel like a popsicle. I felt pretty good in the cold. However, my car disagreed with me plenty. Every… Continue Reading “Welcome to Hoth”

The Exile of a Buick

She’s gone. I swore I wouldn’t cry. I swore I would hold strong. I had nearly forgotten her, rusting in front of my parent’s house, awaiting retrieval from a donation company. But I had to move her today. I took her for one last… Continue Reading “The Exile of a Buick”