The Taurus is dead.

Okay, not dead, but sick.  Perhaps injured is a better word.  Actually it’s probably both.  Like an old person who’s fallen in their kitchen…they still have arthritis, but it’s that broken hip that’s keeping them from walking.  So it is with the Taurus.

It goes by many names, my Taurus does…the Green Goblin, Ghetto Cruiser, or simply, the Taurus. 

We’d been letting Ashley’s niece drive it temporarily since we bought her Civic away from her.  We got a call yesterday afternoon that it’s died in the driveway of her boyfriend’s apartment.  I personally want to take it and run it off of a cliff, one last moment of glory.  I welcome all other suggestions for what to do with it…all suggestions, that is, except for fixing it.

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Comments

Julie

2004-05-05T16:47:35.000Z

We could turn it into an art car.  And then you could give it away to charity.  So some person who has to work a crappy minimum wage job that Goodwill got them will get a bright spot in their day every time they travel to work and back home.  I suggest a loaded gun theory themed car, which could get us lots of publicity and shots for the website for years to come!  Okay, I admit, I’ve always wanted to create an art car, so I understand if you think this is a lame idea.