P.O.S. car

It was September 2003, Junior and I had decided to make a pilgrimage west to Regina for a game at Taylor Field. Roughriders against the Argonauts. We planned to attend the game with Geo and his (soon to be) wife.

We had been home to witness the marriage of my brother Les to his wife Kimmy. It was a fabulous weekend and the addition of a Roughrider game would complete the perfect visit home. Junior had driven his 1990 Honda Civic from Alberta, so we were driving to Regina in it.

We had driven about an hour and a halfwith music cranked and windows down when we lost power and stalled. We got out of the car to investigate, and under the hood was the melted mess that was identified as a blown engine. The Civic's innauguration into yet another family horror story of good cars gone bad.

We remained on the side of the road contemplating options. As is always the case in Saskatchewan, a good samaritan wasn't long rescuing us from our roadside quandary.

We abandoned ship and made plans to have a friend meet us outside of town at a local watering hole traditionally frequented by our group before Roughrider games. Junior was decidedly upset, but I filled him with beer so he felt a litle better by half time.

Saskatchewan won the gameand as it happened my good friend T-BO was at the game about 10 rows up from us with his daughter. We secured our ride home and proceeded to get schnockered. The ride home was fun and we arranged for a tow to get the car to the city for...Whatever. Engine was seized, so it needed to be replaced. After some searching and phone calls we found the best deal and the engine was replaced in time to get Junior back to Cowtown and work.

This weekend marked the end of that era. Junior has a new(er) car and we are trying to name it. It';s a 1994 Cavalier (not even Z24), it's Purple.

Names suggested by Junior:
Purple People Eater
Barney
Purple Nurple

I suggested Brokeback Bangole, it's a play on a movie that explores (western) homosexuality, along with a french translation of car. I think it's a winner, but I'll turn it over to my loyal staff of proof-readers and witaholics to populate a list. Given the history of car ownership, our family has always had at least one lemon in their possesion, but none of us paid 6000 for it. This new addition came with the hefty price tag equivalent to a two week Economy car rental and a bag of Spitz.

Cue Adam Sandler "Ode to my car" now. Just for you buddy.