Call me icebox

I made it up to Logan today thanks to my reliable, although sometimes temperamental, (#147) car. I named her Becky after an awkward encounter I had with someone a few years ago. Later I realized that Becky is also the name of the Icebox in The Little Giants, so really it fits quite perfectly. (Hey, who didn't love seeing Devon Sawa in those football pants?)

I am very thankful to have a car. I wasn't able to buy one until I had graduated from college. Before Becky I was used to bumming rides and memorizing the bus schedule. There is such a feeling that comes from owning your own car. Becky is a little on the mature side and so occasionally repairs need to be made. Each visit to the mechanic leaves me frustrated and wanting to wash my hands of the whole thing. But that's just the post-spending anxiety talking. I really do love my car and am so grateful to have a way to get around. I truly feel that Becky and I still have many good years to spend together. Let's hope she doesn't kick the bucket any time soon.