I Thought I Had A Unique Idea For Today's Blog Post...But I Was Wrong

I have, on more than one occasion in this blog, explained that when you write a blog post everyday, sometimes it becomes a challenge to find something unique to write about. It's one of the reasons why I offer some thoughts on books I've read, especially when I can read/listen to a couple of books a week.

So, yesterday when the Mrs. and I took a trip in the car early New Years Day, I saw an opportunity for a blog post. As it many times happens, the blog post title came to me when I got the idea:

"Does It Snow Inside Of Your Car...?"

I snapped a few pictures with my phone and felt good that I had a post that just needed to be written. And when I have a couple of these blog posts just waiting to be written, I usually don't worry about my blog throughout the day. That's what happened today. I knew all I had to do was retrieve the photos and write a hopefully interesting blog post.

No problem.

Except when I've written the exact post I wanted to write a couple of years ago. That's the danger of writing every day. Back in January, 2014 I had the same idea. I snapped a couple of photos and wrote my post. You can read that post: HERE. I wrote about my first car, a '65 VW bug and how interior heating was nonexistent. I wrote about how I had to use the ice scrapper not only on the outside windows, but the inside as well...the exact things I was hoping to write today.

So, for the second time since January, 2014, here's some thoughts about how I've had to scrape the outside and inside of the windows on my car so I can properly see. It's strange to see flakes of ice on the dashboard of the car and it's something I doubt many have to deal with. I wonder if tomorrow's blog post will resemble something I've written before. There's a good chance it might.

Tom the Vibe

This is not a new picture, or the events that caused the damage to my car did not happen recently, however, since time is relevant, one must define recent to prove that statement either true or false. I guess what I'm trying to say (write) is that I banged up my little Pontiac Vibe about two months ago.

Many years ago I lived in Europe, Denmark to be more specific, and while there I drove one of two cars, a nice VW Jetta, and a nice-if-you-like-those-kind-of-things VW van. We called the van "Brown Bread" because it was brown and shaped like a loaf of bread.

Several years after driving Brown Bread, I married a girl who owned a brown car. Plymouth called the car's color "Champaign" (I guess brown is too common for a high-brown automobile manufacture like Plymouth...). I don't know when, but eventually we began calling my wife's car (and the only reliable car since I kept driving VW bugs after coming home from Europe) "Brown Bread."

We kept Brown Bread for several years and it turned out to be a wonderful car. As our family grew, a friend gave us his aging '85 GMC Suburban--given because it caught fire and my friend's spouse vowed never to drive it again. It never caught fire with us in it, but we replaced the starter motor twice before we traded it in on a minivan and the suburban ended up blowing up when the dealer drove the vehicle to the auto auction. During the short time we owned the suburban we called it "Birthday Blue" because it was blue and my friend gave it to us on my birthday (one again, the lack of creativity in creating nicknames for cars evident...).

So several cars later, I buy my Vibe--basically a Toyota Corolla made by Pontiac. We decided to call my car "Tom," a degree of creativity sneaking into the naming process. We like Tom. Tom works. Tom is good.

But on a dark and snowy night about two months ago Tom found himself unable to stop in time and the result can be seen in the above picture. We still call the car Tom, but perhaps a more suitable nickname for the car could be "The Deer Slayer."

Goodnight all.