Belated

The Wagon is dead. Long live the Wagon.

I traded the little red wagon in on Tuesday. It kind'a felt like leaving a pet at the pound or something equally as bad. I think the dealer was disturbed by me looking so morose. I mean, from his point of view, I should have been elated. I was getting rid of a vehicle that he saw as scrap metal in exchange for a spiffy, dependable machine.

But the Wagon was a friend and I shall miss her.

I haven't gotten to drive the Brick around much yet. I did stall it once on the way home from the dealer. I also managed to get it to go in third gear from a complete stop. I was on a hill.

I just need wheel time now. This weekend will involve much running around in the Brick and lots of doing stop and go stuff. Hopefully the Brick will come out of this weekend with a gender...