So Dad drove the Tercel out here last night. And anyone who remembers that thing may ask if such a act is even possible. Apparently so, except the muffler broke circa-Lehi-ish and he didn't get in until about 4am. Poor dear. He drove the Tercel because 1) Jess' car blew up and since Nina and Matthew bought a new car, Jess and Ryan are going to use it as additional transportation until the car can be repaired, and 2) because Dad needed to come out here regardless for some business like work at BYU. And so, I believe I am taking another trip to Provo with him today.
When Nina spoke of the new car and trying to sell the Tercel, (if only for a couple hundred $) we both waxed nostalgic about the idea of the cockroach no longer being in the family. After all, I can't remember a time that it wasn't. The thing is older than Nina herself. So happy times that we still will be getting some use out of the thing. It was named the cockroach I believe for the color and some disdain we had for driving the thing, and yet seems even more fitting as the thing just doesn't die. But despite all that, I believe it needs a title bearing more dignity. So Jess and I are working on a new name for the automobile. Suggestions will be readily accepted.