Nigel

Today I think I've officially become responsible. Gag. I'm heading out in a few minutes to clean out the evidence of two and a half years of motoring ecstasy and bank account etherisation. My baby Nigel is going up for adoption hopefully by the end of the week. Mama realized she had to do what was right for her, which also includes an extended holiday to Italy before the year is out...made possible by the kind folks that enjoy car payments! So, back to my high school ride I venture...a beat up 1991 Toyota Camry with 182,000 miles on it. Oh how the mighty have fallen.