Chaos

And with that, we went and bought something fancier than we imagined we could.  And got a hell of a deal. It’s the 2013 Veloster. VELOSTER. From the first time I saw a picture of its stupid face I was taken. Then Chase showed me this banned Dutch commercial: Yep, it’s got three doors. To fuck with Death. Somehow, we thought the price we were looking at was for the base model. But it turned out that the car we were looking at online actually had a fancy package that…

Your society, my society, car society

Our beloved car, Patrick (named after the best mixture of feminine and masculine ever) is getting old and sick and our crazy long-term life plans, along with Chase’s hardcore commute, mean that we need a vehicle with good gas mileage. Something new(er) than our gorgeous 1991 Mercedes Benz. There is something particularly wonderful about driving the last generation’s luxury cars. Patrick has a leather interior, wood panelling, seats that work for both Chase and I (two very different sized people)—he reminds you, even with his heavy wear and age, that…