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heroines and cars

Hach, I was just on the blog browsing and I here simply can not cluck. What make up heroic blogger moms, if it is not that degree actually really funny? Is it totally clear to make it funny. Even Confucius said finally, "Are not you nice, then do good." Or something like that. Presumably, he is said to have the Confucian or Cantonese or entenknusprigmiterdnusssoßig. But still.

Anyway, there will be therefore a wonderful story of an illuminated Polos. I can be objected to the Opposite!

I once had a car. An Opel Kadett C. His name was Edward.


I'm with Edward. I was young, Eduard quite old. However, we have ourselves in this wonderful summer of 1989 with Edward on the big trip to Ireland. It was great `s. Only toward the end of our money was a bit short. Guinness is in fact really expensive. We had all-calculated to the last penny. With a cruising speed of about 86 km / h Edward spent almost very little gasoline, less any event, as with other travel speeds. We had no other cash or credit cards, we had traveler's checks, traveler's checks and we had no more and a little Cash. We had really just worked out that we could do with the fuel through the Netherlands to Bremen and then there borrow money from my mom and would fill up.

It was a bit annoying that we in Ireland have the exhaust put on a little. "The roads there are funny," says an old Irishman had us in the pub and apposite. Röhrend we drove through Wales and England.

it was really stupid but, when we went to Holland in the dark from the ferry and drove us was really dim. Since I could not blink as much and dingsen how I wish it was dim. Only the light honking of cars coming towards us lit up the scene and our wonder whether the dim. The right front headlight was out. We twitching sparkled in overtaking several miles behind a pig carcass transport and were due to the then prevailing odor in the car first, not so much with the idea in solving this problem. And that was a problem. We had to Bremen, and had no money and were young, and it was dark. And I was tired.

Very tired. Somehow, I've seen everything and then something wrong. After all, it was indeed a straight line without curves and grades, because you could step on the gas. Hindrance, only those stupid "80" signs. Surprising only this bright shining spot was there at the back. Annoying was only my boyfriend, because I find the sat and screamed asked me to slow down. Ok, it was stupid that I mistook the tiredness in my 8 with the 3. But that's long been a reason that this tax collector to the lower border beam ceilings. There really is no way, then immediately the MG's to keep the stop (I'm a pacifist, and can not describe this situation better). This is not easy. Find me.

the end I came to a stand still in Holland. That was a bit exhausting. It took me all nervous. I do not understand why the tax collector of the broken light this so upset. We had very high and very sacred promise it within ten kilometers of . Repair

Okay, now we had the travel section, the dark part and the excess part time and a little rattling of weapons. Now there is the anarchy into the game, but pst, which may even now no one will know at least I am a nursing mother and do not want to go to jail.

We have, then do not be repaired within ten miles, because otherwise the fuel would not even passed to Bremen. Sigh :-)

One could perhaps make a stick out of it? Maternal heroines and cars? It is taking the baton any maternal heroine who stumbles over it :-) grad)