Well, it'* finally happened. I've been separated from my Bonneville for the remainder of the school year. I held out trying to pay the insurance every month, but came up a bit short when i was unable to find a job down here. So now I've left instructions with my parents on how to drive it because no one knows but me. Damn, I wish i had my car at school with me! Not that I really need it, it'* just a pride thing.

ouch man that'* no fun.

what did you have to instruct them on?

Damn ya...but thems the breaks...

You'll get her back soon

I don't know if i could handle that! lol

I hate being without my bonnie. I hope it works out for you.

DEAR FOLKS:

IF DRIVING THIS CAR, PLEASE STICK TO BACK ROADS; THEY ARE LOOKING FOR ME IN THREE COUNTIES

Sorry dude, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. Ok I know it'* an atiquated saying from bygone days, and that it pertained to relationalship love, but,.........still works here.

[color=blue]The relationship between a man and his car is sometimes better than a woman. That saying works in this situation and damn, do i miss my bonnie. I had to let my parents know that my driver'* side door doesn't lock so they always have to use the key or they'll set off the alarm. Especially my dad, he always assumes the door'* unlocked and gets driven crazy by the alarm! He'll get the hang of it sometime; namely when I get possession of my own car back once again!

Sad times...here'* to hoping you find a job and get her back soon :(

And yeah, my car treats me better than most people I've dated

--Christine