Last time I lived in SLC, I had no car. It was quite alright, I was close to trax, my job was close to trax, my school was close to trax, and I had a SCOOTER.
Awesome.
Cool.
Hip.
That's me.
Well, this time in SLC, my brother is with me. And he was insistent on having a car. Luckily, my family happened to have one we could use. A geometro. Made of tinfoil. They don't make them like that anymore.
One time we parked too far over in the garage, so Joe picked up the back end and moved it over.
That's right.
They don't make them like that anymore.
The only problem is... it's a geometro made of tinfoil. Not the picture of safety.
But Brian and I love our car! So to keep it safe.... we performed some magic.
We transferred the soul of our car into another object. So that should our car ever get hurt, the spirit of the car will live on.
It's a toy car. Trapped upside down. In an empty salsa bottle.
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