It’s official. My car is riding.
My car is probably the biggest and most expensive rash decision of my life. While the circumstances of buying said car is not something I’d like to get into (it makes me look more stupid than I would like to admit) at least Hubs now has a nice manly project to sink his metaphorical teeth into.
And hell, he got it running. *yay Hubs*
Problem is, the glue holding the interior on the ceiling has melted in the sun and now the interior flaps like the Great Temple Curtian just behind the driver’s seat.
Fact: I am not Jesus, and could not tear the Great Temple curtain holding the view out the rear window hostage.
Other Fact: I happen to have very long arms and a very small car.
The drive from my parents place to my flat looked a little like this:
Looks pretty comfortable right?
Wrong.
We went trapezing down the road like this: with Hubs laughing, my face strained and my arms aching.
But you know. It’s what we do.
That’s how we ride.
pretty nice post
Thanks Mike! And Thanks for stopping by!
This? Was hilarious.
Good luck with your flap.
(I couldn’t resist)
I told that flap who’s boss, I’ll tell you that much!
Hahaha that’s hilarious.
And thank you for the illustrations. This is one of the times where I did need you to draw me a diagram (anything to make life easier for your #1 fan right?)
Thanks for appreciating my diagram. It took me all morning to get it JUST right for you!
hahahahahhahahahahhahahahahha
i really should be more sympathetic but th diagram made your post so much easier to envision so hahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaahahhahhahahahaha
Why does it feel as though you are mocking. Oh right. Because you are.
I’m sorry i laughed, the picture is hilarious. Hope you get to fix it soon
How did I miss this one??
LMAO!