The Trixie of the Biodiesel Trade
I miss Trixie. Trix was this biodiesel '76 Benz I bought on Craisglist so I could tool around in her after I first got to SF last year. She was a lovely broad - sort of past her prime, but blissfully unaware of that fact. (She was insanely fun to drive, albeit a bit cranky about things like shifting into the right gear or starting at all.) But she drove like a dream once started, and she ran on biodiesel.
Then that pesky vixen Jen Boulden rear-ended me during a company retreat, bashing in the Trix's backdoor and locking up her trunk, and I couldn't afford the bodywork, so I donated her to help fund a women's shelter. Figured that was a good way to continue Trixie's grand good-girl/bad-girl, girl-power karma.
I don't know what karma is gonna do to the evil, trunk-bashing Jen.
-Heather...off to think of all the ways my Prius just isn't as much fun as my biodiesel was...
Then that pesky vixen Jen Boulden rear-ended me during a company retreat, bashing in the Trix's backdoor and locking up her trunk, and I couldn't afford the bodywork, so I donated her to help fund a women's shelter. Figured that was a good way to continue Trixie's grand good-girl/bad-girl, girl-power karma.
I don't know what karma is gonna do to the evil, trunk-bashing Jen.
-Heather...off to think of all the ways my Prius just isn't as much fun as my biodiesel was...




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