Well kinda, its new to me 
I searched high and low and bought a 1994 ford tempo. Shes a beauty, have a look at some of the features:
- new tires
- new brakes
- good interior
- fantastic idle
- two-toned paint
- 8 spoke mags
The true story my friends is the trip to get insurance. I begin by picking up the papers that are done with like a blue felt marker, thus not marking any of the required papers. I rush to the first insurance place, closed. So on to the next place, turns out that place I thought had one, doesn’t even.
So our last stop brings us to the mall, where I had over my paper work to get plates on my new ride. Turns out that the felt pen was not such a good idea and she (Edith Dyck) tells me I need to do them over again. WTF I say and storm out.
I then fill out the new transfer papers (complete with forged siggy) and present myself back at the office in 5 minutes. Most retailers would be kind a suspicious and turn me away or something, but not old dyck she welcomes me and heres what was said:
ED - “Oh my this is all wrong (nervous laughter) but i will make some little marks here and here
DM- ” So what do you need now, i am looking forward to getting home”
ED- “So do you have a blank check?”
Oh fuck i forgot the check so i cant get insurance by the month now by the day, gets worse:
ED - ” So you bought the car for 400.00, why is this?”
DM - ” its old, paint missing, mold and such inside”
ED - “So it needs fixing, why did you buy it then, I would have looked for other ones”
Thanks tips i say quietly to myself. All the time she is laughing nervously like I was going to knock her out. Anyways ICBC not only takes 30 bones for canceling my insurance, but now they charge me 28 to get it back plus two days of basic insurance for a grand total of 92.00, again I say WTF.
UPDATE : car is awesome, but on a side not I was at a party last night and i said the term ” Muffin Man” and this guy started quoting some frank zappa. I looked up this song today and would like to provide small sample for you:
“The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffin
Research kitchen… reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
Intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt…
He turns to us and speaks:
Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!”
for all the lyrics please vist www.Iamthemuffinman.com
