Aye, she died a painful death, she did

Let's just say that internal injuries sped along the cause of death for my brief but (far from) glorious ownership of the 1998 Dodge Neon.

Not only did the Neon's radiator crap out on me last week but because of the car
overheating and my driving on it longer than I should have, I also either:

A) caused the head gasket to blow or at the very least warped the crap out of it

B) cracked the engine block

C) both A & B.

The jury is out on just exactly what further damage I did, but suffice it to say that after learning from the garage, in whose opinion I trust, this additional information the decision to buy a new radiator became an "I don't think so" no brainer. And well familiar am I to head gasket damage if indeed that was the case.

Now, at least for the forseeable future (hopefully a short one at that), I am officially car-less and will be riding my brother's mountain bike the 3+ miles to work. Didja hear that AG?!?!?!?!?!?! RIDING A BICYCLE TO WORK.

In the next few days whilst I sort out these automobile related issues, I shall be a minimal presence in bloggerland, but not entirely away from my computer altogether.

If you'd like to contribute to green's next automobile fund, just email me privately and I'll tell you where to send the check.

(I'm just kidding. OR AM I?)

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AND you can also apply this post's headline to my beloved and now (for the time being) pathetic Red Sox and their 2006 season. Yes, they made reality the completely unfathomable. Winning not a single game of the five game series with the Yankees, and getting the crap beat out of them in the first three games to boot.