It still goes vroom vroom. Sort of.

It's funny how certain automobiles become a meaningful part of one's life. Cars aren't just modes of transportation; they can inspire emotion, nostalgia and can become the focal point of entertaining stories that you will re-tell again and again. One such car is memorialized in this highly amusing article published in The Boston Irish Emigrant.

I've spent many ... uhh ... memorable moments in that car (most of them printable). The article doesn't tell you that it was actually I who found the pink string used to secure the hood of the car. And it sadly does not mention the almost-full plastic container of Minute Maid orange juice that called this car its home for about two years, or the screw that has been jammed into the side window to prevent it from falling (rather unsuccessfully). It also omits the fact that because the car wasn't fit to be used for its previous owner's driving test, he used my car instead and promptly hit a dumpster.

Hopefully Ryan and John performed better on their driving tests --and let's hope they make it to New Orleans!

Please consider making a donation to support the very important work of their chosen charity, the Irish Immigration Center, here. It's a wonderful organization upon which depend the livelihoods of many hard-working and deserving immigrants who are striving against an unjust system to make a better life for their families.