I’m now a part-owner of a 1989 Chevrolet Caprice station wagon.
We paid $1,000 for the car, which is also fully insured and ready to be kitted out with all kinds of gear from AutoZone. Fuck yea.
No driving yet, though.
Before that, we have to register the car in Washington. Fingers, toes and everything else crossed that goes ahead without a hitch and that by tomorrow evening we’ll be ready to leave Portland.
In other, even better, news, I finally found some Vanilla Coke. I’ve not had any since around 2005.
Peace and love. X
P.S. From what I can see, the above were the only pictures any of us took on 22 November, 2011. The love note was tucked in the front of my hat. It must’ve been written on some seriously strong paper considering the rain we’d encountered to that point.