Cars Are the Spawn of Satan.
Dec. 19th, 2004 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonSo. Got a call this morning from brother #1, about the dead car sitting in my garage. (For those who have been following the Kat dead car saga over many years, this is actually dead car #2, d.c. #1 finally having gotten towed to the junkyard earlier this year.)
Brother #1 is actually the titular owner of dead car #2--he gave it to me a bunch of years ago when dead car #1 originally died, but we never quite managed to get the title transfer accomplished, on account of the original title got lost, and the replacement title got held up because sister-in-law's name was different on the title than it is on the registration, and blah blah insanity, and the whole thing went in the mental box of "Stuff With Which I Cannot Presently Deal."
Anyway, he was calling to say "If you're not using dead car #2, how about we hand it off to brother #2, who is broke, unemployed, and without a vehicle of any kind?" To which I said "Halleluljah!!! If he's willing to get that thing out of my garage so I can actually use the garage for the *live* car, and also handle the title snafu which has made me insane, I will for my part continue paying the insurance for him until such time as he is again employed!"
The only downside in this heartwarming saga of familial automotive mutual aid would be the fact that it is currently five below zero outside, and Ye Bros. are proposing to show up in an hour or so to get going on this. I said, "Uh, I can tell you right now that NO WAY is that thing going to start. And since it's in the garage, we'll have to push it out into the alley to even be able to jump it. And it's COLD out there." To which my brother is all, "Hey, no problem, we can handle this!"
And I hope they can, but I just wish they'd handle it tomorrow when it's supposed to actually get above freezing. And also, when I'm not running against a midnight deadline trying to finish a story. Gronk.
(ETA: Score! They have listened to sweet sweet reason, and will be coming over tomorrow instead. When we could have freezing rain, but whatever. So, back to the damnable story...)
Brother #1 is actually the titular owner of dead car #2--he gave it to me a bunch of years ago when dead car #1 originally died, but we never quite managed to get the title transfer accomplished, on account of the original title got lost, and the replacement title got held up because sister-in-law's name was different on the title than it is on the registration, and blah blah insanity, and the whole thing went in the mental box of "Stuff With Which I Cannot Presently Deal."
Anyway, he was calling to say "If you're not using dead car #2, how about we hand it off to brother #2, who is broke, unemployed, and without a vehicle of any kind?" To which I said "Halleluljah!!! If he's willing to get that thing out of my garage so I can actually use the garage for the *live* car, and also handle the title snafu which has made me insane, I will for my part continue paying the insurance for him until such time as he is again employed!"
The only downside in this heartwarming saga of familial automotive mutual aid would be the fact that it is currently five below zero outside, and Ye Bros. are proposing to show up in an hour or so to get going on this. I said, "Uh, I can tell you right now that NO WAY is that thing going to start. And since it's in the garage, we'll have to push it out into the alley to even be able to jump it. And it's COLD out there." To which my brother is all, "Hey, no problem, we can handle this!"
And I hope they can, but I just wish they'd handle it tomorrow when it's supposed to actually get above freezing. And also, when I'm not running against a midnight deadline trying to finish a story. Gronk.
(ETA: Score! They have listened to sweet sweet reason, and will be coming over tomorrow instead. When we could have freezing rain, but whatever. So, back to the damnable story...)