So the funnest thing I could think of doing today was to have my transmission blow out on my way to work.  It will have to be rebuilt/replaced.  I love it when the biggest most expesnive part of my car goes out.  I've only made one payment on the car.  Go me.

    In related news, my dad got a new car which broke down over the weekend.  I think his case will be a little bit less expensive (fuel pump or something).  I, however, will have to put off my being rich activited like getting out of debt until I can pay for a new transmission.

    This, my friends, is the history of cars in my family:

    One day, a long time ago, my brother Ben was going on a hot double date.  He walked out to his car, a plymouth reliant, and tried to start it.  No luck, it wouldn't start.  In a pinch, he decided to take our full size van out on the date.

    While driving with his companions down a dark country road somewhere, sudenly the headlights illuminated a fully grown horse, which was grazing in the middle of the road for some reason. 

    Having about .2 seconds to react, Ben plowed right into the horse, sending it a few hundred yards down the street, sending the engine into the front of the car, and generally bumping everyone up a bit.  Fortunately they were all wearing their seatbelts, and were all okay (Except the horse, whose insides were now on it's outsides).

    This is the part of the story that is fuzzy - After getting out of the car to assess the damage, and old Indian medicine man/ninja approached ben.  "This is my horse," he said, "and you have killed him."

    Ben immediately recognized the cunning art of the indian/ninja and reached for his bow staff.  But the Indian/Ninja only stood there doing nothing.  Ben swung at the Indian/Pirate/Ninja but he disappeared.  Like a whisper in his ear he heard the words "I curse you can your family to have unreliable automobiles forevermore."

    And thus it was.

The end.