This is how I used to roll......We call her Whitey. Pretty original.
Then one day in March, our favorite mechanic called. He was firm. He meant business. Black Betty was grounded to the city limits. No more highway for her. He meant it. Dangerous. Black Betty was my husband's ride.
Black Betty became my ride. Black Betty and I are not friends. I thought we could be, but we just couldn't build a relationship. In fact, I think Black Betty is a word that begins with a b and rhymes with witch. Who knew they made cars that don't flash a light when you are low on fuel?
I have driven Black Betty for 3 and a half months. But no longer. Black Betty is for sale because last week, I began rollin' with this sweet ride......
Welcome to the family. Thanks, Honey.
And yes, we name all our cars. Just sayin'.