Well, she's gone. I just watched Guinevere get hoisted onto a flatbed wrecker. It was tough to see her go. Issac the wrecker driver was really nice and identified with my pain. I felt the sting of guilt as salt water came out of the exhaust as it was lifted up. Overdramatic? Probably. I don't have kids. Therefore, I treat vehicles kind of like a child. Now before you look at me with those judgemental eyes, please know that I would love and treat a child much better than I would any vehicle.
We had a massive flood here in Norfolk and the tide came in, flooded my car and a few rooms in my house. My street was waist high. I've never been a part of a mass flood before, so this was certainly an adventure. The water level on Guinevere above is at about 2/3 tide, so I'm guessing that the water level was at least a foot higher. At right is my street last Thursday. To get an idea of how high the water was, the motorcycle in the middle of the picture had half of it's wheel covered in water. I hope you aren't worried about me because of 2 reasons: 1) I have insurance. I will find another car and although I do love Guinevere, 2) she's just a car. I could think of about 2301934 things that are more important than her. I'm thankful that I'm safe and that I have a family and a junkload of friends that love me.
Some of you know that during activities that may require me getting dirty (i.e. car work, landscaping, etc.) I wear jorts. See, I knew it. There you go with those judgement eyes again. I know I look ridiculous and I don't care. With that said, below is the proper attire for a mass flood.
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