I no longer have a feel for my automobile

Hopefully the blogger godz won't destroy this post. Still not sure what happened yesterday but I'm pretty sure someone just didn't want my truth to be heard. Please know that even though the posted post was short, I spent much time crafting a much better one that probably said even less.

Since this car-buying process has dragged on for a few weeks, i.e. too long, I'm coming close to pulling the plug on it for now. Maybe I'll just get the compressor on the Jetta fixed and drive it for a few more years until the rest of the engine explodes, taking me and half of the town with it. There's something to be said for going out in a literal blaze of glory. That you'd be dead is probably what I would say, but others may have a different take. I digress.

While nothing is set in stone, that's the direction I'm leaning towards today. This time yesterday I was lining up the finances. So who knows what tomorrow holds. By then, I may be in the market for a hovercraft or the Earth may have exploded. I suspect neither will be the case.(There seems to be a recurring theme of explosions today) Ultimately, I guess I decided I couldn't make Sophie's Choice after all: Taurus or Aztek. Both are of such a quality that to purchase one, or both, would be to deprive some other sad, sappy sucker of the thrill of driving the median of what Detroit has to offer. I just can't do that. I love people too much.

And while I was prepared to throw around the mad sums necessary to procure such a vehicle, my miserly ways appear to have won this battle. The war is by no means lost. It's just going to be more of an Israeli-Palestinian millennia spanning conflict than Israel's uber-concise Six Day War with Egypt, Jordan and Syria. Maybe I should get Netanyahu to help me buy a car.

The EPJ was reading of my car search the other day and though her opinion was not requested, offered "Germs, I really like that Aztek." These words speaks for themselves on a number of different levels. However, it was with great gentleness and humility that I told her I'm not really looking at the Aztek or Taurus. I need something hipper, brasher, bolder. A Toyota Camry, for instance, which is also not on my list. I hated to add to an already broken-hearted EPJ that no Ford Taurus' have been sold in 3 years though the line is still in production. As for the Aztek, Pontiac halted the line in 2005 after selling approximately 17 units. Apparently, they could have sold 18 if they had just held on 4 more years.

P.S. The EPJ has a sore throat. She wants you to pray for her. She actually requested I put that notice in this post. Not sure if the prayer request is for throat healing or just to help her be a more awesome person. It might as well be for the latter because I'm pretty sure the sore throat is God's punishment for liking the Aztek.