



To us guys, our cars can almost become members of the family...and I'd driven ole' Betsy for eight proud years....all the way back to when I was living in Mississippi and back to Georgia. I'll admit, she was getting on up there in years....she would have been 20 in November; even older than my baby sister.
What happened? Well, the technical name is "blown head gasket and internal engine damage", but what actually took ole' Betsy was old age. My trusted mechanic, Paul Pendley...a friend of my grandmother and I for over 30 years delivered the sad news around midday: "Perry, you'd come out cheaper to just trade cars...the parts alone will be over $500 bucks. This repair'll cost more than she's worth" -- sad words indeed


I'll go out this evening and clean her out....retrieve all my valuables from the trunk, glovebox, and floorboard. You know, important items near and dear to my heart such as my tackle box, fishing poles, U.S. window flag, thermometer, compass, tire gauge, wrenches, fuzzy dice, and of course my all important ice scraper (won't be long until frost on the pumpkins again

Then tomorrow and Thursday....IT'S USED CAR SHOPPING DAYS!!
WHOO-HOO!!!!!!



Don't worry, I'll try not to buy another car as old as ole' Betsy was when I bought her (age 11).....heck, I might even purchase one as new as a 97' or 98'
