But you know what, with a mere 260,000 miles under its belt, it just needs some attention and that Volvo could give another 260,000 miles easily. But I think its time the Volvo went on to its hardest assignment yet: it has become the "teen car", and my teenage kids will drive it... or at least what's left of it... until there is nothing left of it. Yes, its on its last legs.
So what did I buy? Good question.
I really wanted to get some kind of pickup truck. I still wish I had my old pickup truck - a 1993 Chevy S10 pickup that had been through 3 significant accidents and was still going strong. However, I had to give up the pickup and my dog in the divorce in 2005. Dang I miss that truck and that dog.
So I looked around at used small pickups. Over priced and under-powered was the norm. I looked at some of the bigger ones. I am left with one question: how does a poor man afford a pickup in 2007? Everything is so expensive. Why is it I could get a used caddy cheaper than a used F-150?
Well, I guess there's something women like about a pickup man. And equally it seems there's something men like about a pickup woman.
So my wife and I were out looking at car lots, just casually mind you, when we saw it. The car. It was kind of unassuming, with its darker than dark tinted windows and blackwall tires with no hubcaps. A Chevy Impala sitting there all innocent and quiet.
"It is a former police car" said the salesman.
"Done!" Oh man, the cool factor kicked in and I bought that thing, complete with interceptor engine. Yeah, I was hooked simply by its former life.
And now, when I drive it on the Interstate, many people see me coming up behind them and they either simply slow down, or get out of the way. It DOES look like a police car, at least in the rear-view mirror.
All I need now are some fake antennas on the trunk and to hang my jacket by the rear seat window.
Copyright 2007, Kevin Farley (a.k.a. sixdrift, a.k.a. neuronstatic)
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