Hello, I still exist.
A lot's happened since my last post, but what's on my mind the most is that my car got fucked. Quite basically, that's what happened. But less basically, a spark plug got smashed, a valve got smashed, a cylinder got screwed by those getting smashed. All in all, the jetta is dead. So, let us remember the good times we shared. The food runs in band camp and various other high school times. Blasting music en route to baseball games. Taking people home from swine meetings. Ripping the damn bumper off every time we park. Hurtling up to SSU with various lights inoperative. Beach adventures.....(teehee) Having so much trash in it that I was voted messiest in senior class. I maintain that the car won that for me. Mall runs to Santa Rosa. Picking up Vince's girlfriend from the bus stop. Repeatedly. Crapping out in the Bank of America parking lot. It's been fun jetta, now go to hell with your busted engine and p.o.s. coolant system. Hmph. Goodbye and good riddance.

But I'll miss it nonetheless.
If any explanations for events mentioned above are needed, or if you have memories of the car to share, comment away!