About a week after Mike came home from the hospital and I killed the Accord. I was idling while finishing up a quick phone call with a client and then all a sudden I heard a boom and saw steam shooting out from under the hood. I immediately turned it off and called my husband down to take a look at the damage.
Initially we thought it was just a hose...maybe a head gasket at the worst. But no. Last week the poor Accord was finally going to be fixed when we got the news that no...I hadn't blown a head gasket, the engine block had cracked meaning that the Accord had gone to car heaven. Or at least was going to be signed over to the guy who was going to fix it for all his trouble.
So yesterday Mike and his dad went out looking for cars. We had spent night after night looking through ads on different cars and had hoped that one we had liked (at least on the internet) would work out. But then I got the call that no...the ones I had "pined" over didn't work out and that we would be getting a Ford Taurus. Or as it is called in my husband's family a "Taursadies".
And then when it appeared...I realized that it's as long as our van so it's going to be like driving a boat around.
So welcome to the family S.S. Taursadies. You may not be what I had hoped for but I think you'll do just fine...