My blue 1993 Chevy Corsica has died it's final death.
See it at the Car X? It's the blue one with the popped hood.
I bought my car from my brother 4 years ago when I lived in Oshkosh, WI. He lived in Indianapolis...still does. It was my first car (at age 25), and I babied it more than my plants. Ol' "Footjoy" and I enjoyed trips to Washington Island, Door County, Minneapolis, Madison, and Milwaukee. We blasted drum n bass with the windows open, whistled at cross country runners, hauled my golf clubs around the state, and kept a long distance relationship alive. Footjoy was reliable until the end. Hell, last month we took it to Wisconsin 4 weekends in a row without incident. Hell yeah, Footjoy!! You da bomb!
So....yesterday morning started as any other morning. Gerg and I ate cereal, grabbed my coffee, kissed gerg goodbye, barked at the dog, and headed out. However, the car would not start. I had it towed to Car X (for free! Thanks AAA). They proclaimed it DOE. Bad internal computer.
I took a walk yesterday, and just had to walk by the Car X to see how it was doing, and I saw that sad sight pictured above...my dead, dead car.
Now I am without vehicle, and without a downpayment for a new one, but with good credit and excitement about getting a new car. I'm slightly pissed off at the timing since I: a) have to be in Wisconsin next Saturday to present my research for my grad class, b) don't have sufficient time to look for a car, and c) don't have transportation to Wisconsin.
I gotta find something fast and it's gotta be cheap, but I hope it has a moon/sun roof!
Corsica photo ops...