I didn't find out that it was in no way a Honda until it needed repairs about fifteen minutes after I bought it and did a search on the model. Surprise.
Actually, it hasn't been horrible, as I don't put many miles on a car. I've had it for nine years but it only has 106 thousand miles. Part of it is reading about how horrible Rodeo's are and fretting. After the first fifteen minutes deal (well, it might have been a month or two), two years ago it had to have work, with a list of other things that needed doing. After that, Handy Man spent about $300 to replace some coils. Of late, it was making an unusual noise and once again being sluggish out of the gate.
Anywhoo, I took it to see a friend who works on cars and he wasn't able to diagnose the problem.
I decided I try my sister's friend who still works where I bought it. He said to bring it in and he'd have someone take a look.
Handy Man and I headed to Jeffersonville as soon as he got off work. We were two blocks from the place, stopped at a red light. Well, I was, and Handy Man was stopped as well- imagine. All this time I thought that is what a red light meant. The chickie flying down the road behind him however had no intention of stopping at that light, or the two cars sitting at said light. Crunch!
She hit him and he hit me. I'm guessing his truck is totaled. His is older than mine. Mine just got scruffed. We were able to drive the two blocks to the lot. Interestingly enough, the friend now works in the collision department- go figure.
So, pray we don't have any long term damage to our old bodies, that my car can be fixed, and that we make a good decision about his new ride.
In the meanwhile, I'm teaching a cooking camp. Eighteen in the first class, in a too small space, fifteen in the second. It's very different than teaching in a regular classroom setting. I always have five go-to things in my classroom, so I can just take a few at a time for a project. Well, two more days and several very sweet children. About there. Hopefully this evening I will be able to sleep.
OH MY JOY
An overflowing herb garden-
A son with an extra car (in background)
The beginnings of a fairy garden-
What I hope are hyssop starts in the uppity bee garden-
And songs that lift my spirits when they are dragging.