I'm waiting to make the go-ahead call to John for my new Mazda3i-touring. (Isn't it purdy?) I can't wait! But I'm going to have to. We're checking out a few more financing options and sprucing up the little Rachel Train. Then it's go time!I've been thinking about what to call my new companion. I don't even know how the Rachel Train came to be. It was always the Rachel Train. It's "all-aboard the Rachel Train" was legendary on the hill of Gustavus. Everyone (who was somebody) got to cruise in my pimped out ride.
People have suggested that I call it the Rachel Train as well, but let's face it, there's something about a pimped out Geo Prizm that can't quite be compared to a Mazda. And the Rachel Train is irreplaceable.
It's quite the pickle.
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You went to Gustavus? My little sister graduated in 2003.
Oh, the car. It looks great.
Seriously? Maybe she's heard of the Rachel Train! Just kidding. What's her name? A lot of my friends graduated in '03. What kinds of groups/activities was she involved in?
It's rapidly becoming a smaller and smaller world.
She was an oboeist in the band and orchestra. Her name is Beth.
I know your sister... what a small world.
Rachel, you said it yourself at the end of your blog: "It's quite the pickle."
Quite the Pickle. There you go. There's your car name. :)
I think all my fellow Gustie blog readers all know Beth. She was a good musician.
(creepy children of different races enter stage left)
"It's a small world after all"
(reapeated until everyone is brain washed)
Bizzarrio.
Quite the Pickle is a wonderful candidate. Or maybe Pickle for short.
Do I really want to be transported in something called the "Pickle"? Doesn't that elude to something undesirable? I'll see...
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