The Tampa Bay (Car) Triangle, or How I Jinxed a Car
I hate to admit it, but I may have jinxed my daughter's car. There, I said it, but it needed to be said. Better you hear it here first, than from my daughter, though she might have a word or two to say about it. Okay, a little back story here. My daughter, M.H., her husband B., and daughter, G., moved back to the area from Rhode Island last summer. If one is going to be technical about it, M.H. and B. moved back here; G. is moving here for the first time. No matter, they're here. They'd been here for not quite two months when their old car died completely. Nothing like the smell of burning rubber, followed by a loud boom , a large poof of smoke, and a blown engine in the middle of a major intersection to announce its demise. This was followed by the purchase of a scooter so that M.H. could at least get back and forth to work. Cute as the scooter is, as well as good on gas, it is not exactly designed for hauling around a family of three. At least, not all at the same ...