Trading the bullet for a rocket


I mentioned in my previous post that I would tell the story of my new car, so here it is.

I have not owned many cars in my life. Actually when I moved to Wyoming in 1995 as a sophomore in college, I did not own a car. I was brought out to Central Wyoming College in Riverton by my mom and aunt. I was staying on campus and really didn’t need one.  

In 1996 they gave me my sisters ford tempo. Let me just say it didn’t last long. Then after we married in 1998, we inherited my husband’s mom’s car. She had passed away suddenly in November only a couple months from our wedding. 

These were all inherited cars. After graduating college in 2001, the transmission went out of his mom’s oldsmobile. I decided it was time to buy and I purchased a 2002 Saturn sl with 50 miles on it. It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. Plus it was a stick. 

Well driving from the ranch to my teaching job in Wright was 60 miles one way. I racked up the miles plus the yearly trips to Tennessee to see my parents and numerous other ventures. The little Saturn was great on gas mileage at 38-40mpg. It was awesome.  

Now between my house and Wright are several coal mines. They do shift work and me driving and then driving. You get where you recognize the cars. I didn’t know any of the people but the cars I knew and unfortunately they knew me and my driving. 

You see I had an hour to work. No matter what it was an hour. On snowy slick days it might be 2 hours. For me why get up early to put on makeup when I could do that on the way. My far became my office. Plus I had two kids in there with me. 

I unfortunately had friends who worked at the mine and they told me that my car had been named the bullet by the miners. Don’t ask me why, well yes there are a few stories about swerving, speeding, and reading while driving. I know bad, bad. But that is how it got its name.

The bullet was my first real car. I bought it. Well over the years and the miles it developed a severely bad problem that I could not cure. I tried and tried. I cleaned and cleaned. I even took the seats out and put steel wool in every hole I saw and covered it with silicone. But it was to no avail. The mice would comeback. It was awful. Whole families would be in there. I would get my oil changed and they would be in the air filter. It was gross. 

This summer since I had made the decision to not return to teaching, I decided that at 217,000 miles I was selling the Saturn. Believe it or not I sold it within 2 days of posting it for sale, and got a darn good price for it. I was honest about its problem but they were okay and assured me they would handle it.

In this process I decided I was getting a convertible. I know it’s crazy, I love on miles of dirt. However it was fate. The week I had decided to let the bullet go someone posted a car that was perfect. It is older, but the price was just for me. Okay it was cheap. I grabbed it up. The kids loved it.

It has been so much fun. The kids and I decided on the rocket. It will make its first venture to Tennessee soon and it is going to be a fun ride.  

Now the downfall. It has been in the garage at the hunting house ft since the big snow storm hit on the first week of October. We don’t have a garage at our house so our big truck and now the rocket will store over there when needed. I brought the rocket out on Friday and it did well on the roads. I was a little worried about clearance and the ruts hut it did fine. 

So midlife crisis or just fun here I come. 

2 thoughts on “Trading the bullet for a rocket

  1. Jillaroo Jess October 20, 2013 / 9:31 pm

    Is that a burn out coming from your tyre? Lol! Naughty naughty!

    • wyranchwife October 20, 2013 / 9:38 pm

      It does look like that lol!! This was at the guys house where I bought it. That is my youngest and only son waiting for my friend to drive it back to our town.

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