Badge Of Honor

Last week I posted about my truck and the junky car club. Well, I wanted to fill you in on some developments. You may recall that the door would not latch, and that I had to drive with the window down to hold the door shut with my arm.

It was bad, no doubt. In fact, one faithful reader of this blog told me it was time to get a new car. That is what most people would have done.

But I am not most people. Instead I'll unveil here and now my badge of honor. Saturday my father-in-law and I went to a local junkyard, and came away with this beauty. Yes, while most would have given up, my Jeep lived to drive another day.

My wife rolls her eyes, is embarrassed, and calls me a redneck, but this has given me time to reflect on materialism, and simplicity. Here is a philosophical question, "What is the purpose of a car?"

My car gets me where I want to go, and she's not ready to be put out to pasture just yet.

--Ben