Rockin' the Mini

As most of you know, my dad is a mechanic. A pretty darn good one, too. (I might be a little biased though.) One of the perks of his job is that occasionally people come in wanting to sell their cars. Being the awesome mechanic that he is, my dad is able to tell the good cars from the lemons.

*Side note: Dad has never let us get anything other than a Honda. He got pretty mad at us when we decided to buy our Suburu. He said, "Oh. Well that's good. Who's gonna work on it?"

Anyway, he called me one day last week.

Pops: I found a car for you! It's in good condition, it was well taken care of, super clean. It's had blah blah blah done to it recently and had blah blah blah too and the blah blah just got changed (I dont' speak car, but I think he thinks that I do) and it's perfect for your family.

Me: Sweet! I'll take it! Um... what it is?

Pops: A 1997 minivan.



Awesome.

I'm the proud new owner of one sweet ride!! Jealous, are you??!