It's a New Car! (to me)

Tuesday night, I picked up my new car: a 1992 Ford Crown Victoria with just over 60,000 miles. I haven't named her just yet. Stay tuned.

I bought the car from the second owner, a preacher man from the northern panhandle. He knew the original owner very well, an older church-going gentleman who rarely went out and finally got too old drive.

The preacher told me that the car has always been garaged and regularly serviced. I believe him. It's in beautiful condition and rides great.

I know, I know, cars like this often turn into pumpkins shortly after purchase. Anything can happen. But for now, I'm having fun.