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Our New Car


They say when life hands you lemons you should make lemonade. I say, yeah, if you add copious amounts of vodka.

But that is not a safe way to drive so Mike and I decided to ditch the money sucking something almost always broken. We did research online and both came up with the idea to get a Ford TaurusX--a crossover utility vehicle, or, for those of us who still remember the 1950's, a station wagon. Having made that decision, the next step was to find one. Not easy. Ford didn't make that many and they ended production of them entirely this year, replacing it with a Flex (an ugly, boxy thing, IMHO). We did find one though--Walker Motors in East Montpelier had a 2008 model that they were using as a courtesy shuttle. We jumped at the chance to get it. They cleaned it up and put on four brand new tires. So now we are happily on the road again.

Yes, I know about found on the road disabled, so don't bother me with that.

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