I bought a diesel, and andy’s been exponentially more exited about this than me. It’s just another car, i say, knowing full well, we’re both car nuts, and this makes three cars i own, two more than i really need.
He’s had that same personalized tag for years, and this is the first time he’s thought of changing it.. TDIBROS! TDICLUB! Shit like that, though i tell him i’ve been thinking of getting something like FRY COOK
He’d been toying with getting a porsche before this but now hes rethinking it..
He texted me a few hours after i got home with it,
‘You remember when we were young and my favorite color was red and yours was green?? Now we have cars in our favorite colors!’. That hit me right here, i think, and i imagine myself thumping my chest.
He sounds a lot like me for once, thats the type of thing if you knew me. Youd know, i’m known to say. Andy it seemed, for a long while was divorced from the fact that he was born in the same womb as me. We’re older now
And maybe, just maybe when he realizes and fears its a little easier to be strangers than brothers.. A crazy thing to think, since we ourselves
figure our kids’ll automatically want to be best friends
I began ripping the car apart on the way home. At the junkyard they jokingly refer to me as ‘el rastro’ spanish for, the junkyard. I frequented all the lots daily
When i got my first car, it was little things at first, cupholders, electrical relays and such, near the time i sold the thing, i was hauling out transmissions on a
Little red radio flyer wagon, and shoehorning half another car into my trunk