Evidently this is a new FAMILIA tradition. This way, acquaintances and strangers can read all about us. This is my first test ride in this communication media. Like my beloved car I will:

• cut corners on spelling
• speed along in my thoughts, often going beyond the ability of others to keep up
• take a leisurely drive through random thoughts and
• avenues of exploration
• will try to hide behind commercial trucks so the 'man' can't get a radar reading on what I am actually saying.

Some days gas won't be availabe and I won't even attempt to drive. (writers' block). Some days this new ride will be in the shop, up on blocks while I trip elsewhere, or in for a tune up. If I ever get my body kit refit and a new paint job, I will try to post discreet snap shots. Enough to display the thing but not enough for others to stop and ask for autographs. (R U keeping up?)

A lot of my girlfriends talk about getting new headlights, but I have great ones. They aren't as bright as they used to be, and the high beam doesn't really look the same. I wonder if I should just get them polished. I really am happy with the size of them.

I too have seen the fat actress melt pounds on TV. I don't have gas overfill, but I almost have a tank full. Put it this way, I probably could drive to Ohio without pulling over. That is better than drive all the way to the west coast without pulling over.

My seats are leather. In younger years, I foolishly thought I was too thick to actually wear the leather. Now I wish I had. So my seats are leather and my seat is clothed in cloth.

I have a passenger in my car, his family name is Butch. He is the third passenger in my life. I have burned through two others, complete with registration at the county courthouse both for acquisition and sale at the buy-'her'-pay-here lot. I have three other cars to prove it.

The eldest drives an air car, I have breakfast with her on Saturdays. That was from the first passenger. Then there are two others from the last passenger. The truck lives with his dad, and does whatever '83 trucks do. The youngest used to be an Acura Integra and is now a Honda Accord. She is doing very well professionally speaking in mortgage banking. A wheel off the old ride.

Whenever Butch gets too comfortable and expresses registration, I start thinking about backing him out of the garage one last time. I don't think registration is for me anymore. I like driving this ride alone, but then get pretty lonely. Butch is great at rolling whenever I want to go somewhere, has a wonderful grill and isn't afraid of speeding along with me.

Butch always wants a dog or something. If he would tile the house completely I would consider it. ... but then I think, if he is ever backed out of the garage for the last time, who will get the dog? who would feed it and all that it requires? The air-car tells me that I am forbidden pets. PITA will be at my door. I have plants to prove it. I can't feed and water them and they silently sit there looking at me for attention.

Well, now I have to pack up and hit the local artist fair. I almost went to one last weekend, but I was told about this one. I want to get to have these people in my life. So, even IF I don't buy anything *(budget suck) I can still shop for a new friend.