Another American Adventure: a changing of guard

Friday, July 1, 2011

a changing of guard

I picked up the new car this morning. It was sad to let the old one go. Despite all my complaining about it, it has been a good car for the last 17 years. Even when I had trouble, there were always angels lurking to help out. Don't ask about the Michigan dealer plates. You just never know about these people who pose as "private" owners. I should get the Florida title in a week.

I accidentally left my garage door opener in the old car. Bummer. The private owner/dealer says that he'll mail it to me. We'll see -- he said a lot of things that were strange.

Anyway, I'm happy with the new little car which looks a lot like the old one - a silver bullet. I saw the original owner's title - an Arab sounding name, from New York. Maybe that's the med student. Going to get some extra keys made before I lose it!

3 comments:

BarbaraJuly 1, 2011 at 7:39 PM
Hope all goes well with your new Toyota. Do have it checked out at a good garage.
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Sally ClayJuly 2, 2011 at 3:48 AM
Congratulations! Enjoy your new travels and adventures.
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beth cioffolettiJuly 2, 2011 at 6:24 AM
so far so good. Still haven't gotten extra keys, though. It seems I have to go to the Toyota dealer and then I have to wait awhile for them to come. Makes be a bit paranoid only having one key.

I guess I'll have to let BJ check it out before hitting the highways.
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