The 'Vertible!

This spring, we decided to purchase a convertible. It is some-what my "dream" car. I have not driven it yet but, that is another story in itself. Its a 1976 MG Midget Convertible and it needs lots of love, and after the love, it is going to need lots of care. And after the care, it is going to need lots of attention and ....

you get the picture!

Well, we bought this car on ebay...and we had to trailer it home. Tried to do some of the repairs ourself and it turned out....hmmm...."disasterous" is too strong of a word. We are not mechanics. So, we were left to turn to the professionals. In order to get a professional to look at it, we had to push it back onto a trailer and haul it there.

Parker was disturbed that the "vertible", as he calls it, was not going to be staying at our home. And we felt we had no other choice in order to get the car running. So we proceeded to push it onto a trailer one day. It is a ity-bity car but, it still weighs 900 lbs. But, my husband thought we could do this ourselves. What a sight!!

I'm in the car to steer/guide it onto the trailer and Barry is pushing it....with Parker's "help" and we cannot push this teeny-weeny car up the ramp. So, our neighbor, Uncle Denny, comes over to help. (he was in the yard and saw these 2 fools trying to give themselves a hernia). So he comes over and says "do you want me to pick it up and place it on the trailer". (Another crack at how small this car is.) Well, he found out it weighs more than it looks. So attempt #2 involves him, and all of his girth, pushing with all his might, and the car starts to roll backwards at him once it reached a certain point on this ramp. He exclaimes, "this matchbox almost ran over my fat ass!" Not only for our ears to hear, but also for Parker to hear!

Now, whenever anyone mentions the "'vertible", Parker is quick to say:
"One time, Our 'vertible almost ran over Uncle Denny's Fat Ass!"