The Buick

burnspotAnd here is the allure of our Buick Park Avenue. Missing paint. Gone with the wind. Every time Hubby washes the car more chips blow off. Pretty soon it’s going to be like a DeLorean – only steel. Hubby asks if the Buick embarrasses me. Nope. Not in the least. Could care less. He forgets I’m from the South where Shit Mobiles are revered, like the prize possessions that they are.

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4 Responses to “The Buick”

  1. All the men around me are truckaholics, they all want B-I-G trucks or SUV’s. I can’t remember when any of significant other’s family members ever driving a car. You know me, I drove the same car for 30 years, I’m not a vehicle snob, I’m a firm believer that a car without payments is the best car on the road.

  2. Amen to that, Sister. I don’t care what it looks like as long as there’s not a payment on it.

  3. Chipped paint gives it character.

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