Broke Georgie Already
Apr. 17, 2012
Well I think after what happened this weekend I am officially a classic car owner. Sometimes it feels super cool to be in that club, but at others, not so much. Let me explain: On Friday I picked up the Wilcat from Custom Sounds, after she had been outfitted with a nice little stereo system. I gassed her up, picked up my little gangsta friend Jessica and headed out to the Travis County Expo Centre to attend The Lonestar Car Show. My friend had prepared a nice playlist of gangsta tunes as the soundtrack of our expedition. Apparently she thought Bon Iver may be a little lame for the ride out there. Anyway, we had a great time, hung out with friends, looked at some amazing cars, met some cool people and bought some awesome vintage swag. Later that night I went and picked up my other girls and cruised around South Congress, not only looking at the cars but actually enjoying being one of them. After hanging out for a while, watching the cars and grabbing a bite to eat, I decided to go home. And guess what? My car wouldn't start. I was mortified! The place was still packed with people, mostly car people, and I had to slink off and get a ride home. I woke up the next day and thought about the car and what it's problem was and decided that there had been a weird dome light on, and it had drained the battery, so off to A-Line I go to pick up jumper cables. It was pretty embarrrasing having to jump start the car on South Congress in front of all the car dudes. But hey! That's the life of an old car owner! I'm officially in the classic car club!