Yesterday I excavated my garage and found a 1968 Chevrolet truck underneath a pile of toys and camping gear.
It seems like I had almost forgotten about Marge. So she and I have been bonding for the past 2 days. After giving the once over and checking fluids, we cruised the neighborhood for a while on Saturday morning. Another few miles Saturday evening and a run to church this morning have topped off the weekend.
I am sure there are things I NEED to be doing, but none of them make me smile like riding around the 'hood in my beat up old Chevy.