Growing in to Grown Up

Another One of Life’s Little Mysteries | September 16, 2010

There’s a wildly inappropriate Adam Sandler song about a junky car with lyrics far too vulgar to post on my little family-friendly blog. Google it if you must, but don’t say I didn’t warn you first.  Anyway, that song has been echoing in my head non-stop every time I pull into my parking spot at the apartment for the past few months. Mostly because there is a lovely gray beast of a Monte Carlo that might just be older than me parked a few spots down.

I’m pretty confident that it doesn’t move.  It has flat tires and is even missing one on the other side.  It’s missing a rear view mirror, has a large chunk of the trunk missing and is rusty beyond belief. Now since I no longer live in the oh-so-ritzy West End of Nashville, I no longer expect to only see cars that cost nearly double my annual salary.  But this one is truly a Piece. See for yourself.

Unfortunately my phone doesn’t take good enough photos to get a close up of what’s inside and I don’t want to be caught being the pesky neighbor poking around near someone’s property, but what’s really peculiar about this car is it has a club in it. Like the anti-theft steering wheel lock device kind.

This raises several questions:

1. Is someone really going to want to steal your car?

2. If they tried, could they really make it down the block?

3. Do they still even make “The Club”?

Life’s full of little mysteries.