I got a suburban lesbian soccer mom car recently. It’s not amazing on gas mileage, it smells like the previous owner’s dog, and I look like a suburban lesbian driving it. On the other hand, it has great off-road suspension and plenty of trunk room for transporting project materials. Plus it’s comfy. We’re still getting to know each other, so I’m not yet that attached to her. I think it’s a her.

I suspect she’ll be taking me on a lot of roadtrips, like the one below to Sierraville, California, for some hot springs action. Beep Beep!