yesterday on my way to Pennsylvania for a meeting.

As I was driving down I-79, my car went clunkity - clunkity - clunk. As I pulled over with white smoke billowing out from under my hood and saw the trail of oil the last 30 feet my car traveled, I knew I was in trouble. After a tow to the nearest town of Meadville - it was determined that my car was beyond hope and a decision was made to put it out of it's misery and send it to the Battery Bridge. A rod blew and put a hole in my engine and made it impossible for me to justify keeping it in pain any longer. My 96 Geo Prism is now at the bridge waiting for me - free of pain and running like the new car it once was.

Well - being a lover of all things bright and mechanical, I adopted a new shiny Kia Sportage to add to my family. Although I will miss my little Prism, I knew there was just too much space in my driveway to not fill it with a new family member.