Erin The Great

Like most people who have lived somewhere for an extended amount of time, I have managed to accumulate a bunch of stuff. As I think about it, the only thing that I loathe to part from is the previous live of my life.

As I’ve previously written about Obie I haven’t brought you up to date on his demise. Back in October I remember ranting about the fact that it would be impossible to register my car in the state of Utah due to the fact that my car is a genuine POS. Obie was the best car aside from the actual running part. He like many POS cars had his quirks. He didn’t like to start until you opened the door, stuck your leg out giving it a little push on the pavement (This was tricky business in heels). His seatbelts were broken and the windows wouldn’t roll down, the AC didn’t work, the windshield wipers wouldn’t shut off, and the review mirror liked to fall down… a lot. Every accident he was involved in was never my doing, so I felt bad that he looked like he’d been through the wringer, and last but not least the semi-political bumper stickers that added a certain something to his appeal.

Unfortunately Obie died last November leaving me grieving until I found a new car to get me through the hard times. Enter ‘D.B. Cooper’. D.B Cooper (The DB stands for Delilah Belle) is a beautiful green Mini Cooper and the new love of my life. After the passing of Obie, I was looking for a car that had 1 of 3 things. After the amazing POS, I wasn’t too picky about my next car. The only things that I required was AC, a stick shift (I’m not a fan of automatics) and cup holders! That’s right I said cup holders! Obie lacked all of these things. I only feel slightly bad that I traded him for a newer, younger and more pimped out model. But I had to move on… I couldn’t dwell in the past. Now I’m stuck with Obie dead in my parking garage and D.B. Parked next door to a big van so bad guys don’t see her and take advantage.

I was thinking of possible ways to get rid of Obie in a respectful way aside from KSL or Craig’s List. I had the idea of going to a canyon and putting him about 50 yards from the edge of the cliff. I’d find a tree on one side of the canyon and attach a rope to another tree across the canyon, and then I’d attach a harness to myself and stand on the top of Obie and have someone put a brick on the gas pedal. As Obie goes flying off the cliff in a ball of flames, I’ll be flying over head watching the awesome wreckage. In an Ideal world this is how I would chose to depart from Obie but alas! So… should you want a very dead Ford that I’ve been currently using as a storage unit, please let me know. Not to disgrace Obie’s memory (may it live long) but I’ll sell him to you cheap.