Automotive follies

So Dad Cake, father of myself, managed to wreck his truck.

He was, apparently, headed to a party in The Sticks, which is on a curvy highway. He went off the berm, overcorrected, and hit a telephone pole. Dad is undamaged, but the same cannot, alas, be said for his truck, which was a dead loss. Now, Mom and Dad cannot really afford a new vehicle, and this would put them down to one. So, Lovely Self got to thinking.

My car title is in Dad's name, because it was bought back in the day before I had a credit rating. We have never gotten around to getting it switched out. There is a car lot in Podunkville, where I work, that has a yellow Ford Escape on it that I have been lusting after for some time, and we can afford a new vehicle, as long as I don't go nuts and get an '08 Cayenne or something. It seemed to me, then, that the best thing to do would be for me to get a new car, and give my current one back to Dad. I called Mom and Dad and advised them of same, and they sounded rather relieved. So, on to car shopping. Which should be quite the trip with Mr. Samoa on board. :P But that's another post!