Hackensack Blues

Here's the thing- the car itself isn't magical. The car doesn't have rockets. The car doesn't talk to me. The car's not sapphire blue. It's just a car.

But that doesn't stop me from writing about it. These are the voyages of the Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight, I refer to occassionaly in my head, but rarely aloud (save for poetic license), as "The Icarus".

I got my new insurance today. What fun New Jersey is. I always figured points were good, something like a reward. Well the reward is a new insurance company. But, that's another story, I guess, for another day.