Cars out the wazoo

As you might’ve read on Jbird’s blog, we have recently attained an impious amount of vehicles lately.  Why not add another to the collection?  Okay, he says.

This time it’s a 1977 Mercedes 300 SD Turbo Diesel (not that I know what all that mumbo jumbo means).  To my understanding, the thought of converting a car to run on vegetable oil really tripped his trigger. 

I guess he’s not too proud to drive around town leaving behind a Del Rancho-scented puff trail to mark his path.  Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure there’s a verse in the Bible about automobile greed.  I’m not sure where it is, but when I find it I’m gonna highlight the smack out of it and conveniently place it by my hubby’s pillow. 

Next up: OPERATION SELL CAR COLLECTION.  Wylder had to give the Saab one last final spin before putting it on the market. 

This black beauty will be missed by all.  I’m getting a ginormous lump in my throat just thinking about it.  Okay…now it’s gone.

As for the 1980 Mini Cooper, I’m still holding out for a pack of clowns and/or Mr. Bean to arrive immediately with large bag of cash.  Be praying.

I’m not even going to talk about the 1990 Toyota Camry.  It’s too much for my tiny emotions to handle.