1967 Chevy Chevelle - I bought it in '75 from the dispatcher at our flying club for $200. Sold it 11 months later for $195. When I see what Chevelles of that era go for, it makes me wish I’d held on to it. Except I was in San Diego and in April '76 I was transferred to Newport, RI - not a trip I’d have wanted to make alone back then.
My first NEW car was '76 Datsun B-210. Like an idiot, I sold it to a friend after 2 years. I wasn’t too car smart back then. I’m much better now.
Bad night last night. Not only did I wake at 1:30 with tummy issues, but when I finally fell back to sleep around 3, I kept dreaming that I needed to go to sleep because I had to get up at 5, but people kept disturbing me. There was a train crash near my neighborhood (and no, there isn’t a single train track in this county - the nearest one is about 20 miles away) then there was something about goats in my car. Also, for some reason, my husband removed the towels from our linen closet so our guests wouldn’t see them, and my sister showed up with several huge, floppy Christmas gifts (or so she said) wrapped in shit-brown paper. And somewhere along the line, I was on a cruise ship, still looking for towels. All the while, I remember thinking “Am I dreaming this? What time is it? I’m not going to look or I’ll never get any sleep.”
Needless to say, I’m exhausted this morning, but I plan to leave at 11:30 - some friends from FL will be visiting for a little bit this afternoon. Till then <yawn> Happy Moanday!