My car once belonged to my Grampa. He passed away when I was 18 – the car passed on to me at that time.
Yesterday, A friend’s husband and my own lovely Mr. Engineer decided upon fixing the drive shaft (on driver’s side) and the break pads. It was going well until…[creepy music] the cotter pin.
A cotter pin is a tiny little pin used to hold something in place. Think of an industrial paper clip with an evil intention. The darn thing just would not come out.
Eventually a drill was used to completely destroy the timid looking “paper clip”. Evil. Cotter pins are evil.
If I ever have to get a new car, it would be a Mini Cooper. It’s small, my size (I’m semi-tiny) and I could park it anywhere. Ever wanted to parallel park on a sidewalk? Get a mini coop!
Just a little blip for the time being. If I start writing more consistently, this blog might actually become something! 
