Keyring Explosion

We picked up the car yesterday, wahoo! Technically this is Bradley's baby - when I realized our friend Jake was selling his 1990 4Runner at a spectacular price, Bman and I fought a little over who would get to buy it, and he won. While I have always wanted an old-school 4Runner....I had to concede Bradley would probably get more use out of it with his fishing and diving gear, and he's the one who knows how to fix it. I helped a little with the initial purchase, so right now I own a little bit of it, but technically, it's Bradley's. :) The sweet thing is....he refers to it as our car, he has always said it will be a great car for "us", and as soon as he got the keys, he handed me the spare. Which followed the recent acquisition of the spare key to his primary vehicle as well, the Honda. SO, I now have spare keys to both Bradley's cars - that's the big time for this sentimental gal.

We did a little car shuffle yesterday so he could pick up the 4Runner (we still need to name it), and I picked up his Honda** to meet him at his house, and we gave it a good wash, and did a little detailing and assessing of all the things he wants to do to it. There is a good amount of rust that will need to be fixed, some engine adjustments, chrome polish the rims, paint job, maybe new seats, new radio, etc., etc. He's jazzed on the projects - we did a couple very small things to the car last night, and I had a great time working with him. He's an awesome teacher, and he knows I'm not a helpless chick, so I get down and dirty with him. Fun!

Here's the new ride:

And here's my new GIANT keyring (that i love):

This is number one in a series of big events coming up. Next is signing the lease tonight on the new house, then buying all the crap I need for the new house, and then moving in (in a WEEK!). Good thing we just got the 4Runner. Perfect! Hopefully then there won't be anything too huge going on until I move again in six months. *sigh*

**While picking up dinner, I managed to leave both our sodas on the roof of the car and drive off. When a kind motorist in the parking lot honked and waved me down from his car, I assumed he knew me, and I hit the brakes a little too hard. Oh yeah....two cups of root beer and ice, flowing right down the winshield on the driver's side, down the open driver's side window, and into the car - all over the dash, in the vents, down the window jamb, on me......Murphy couldn't have planned it better. I could not stop myself from laughing hysterically - along with the 15 or 20 other gawkers. Granted, it's been a long time since I've been driving a car, but talk about rookie maneuver.