Still no car. It would appear I am stuck with the Honda wagon although my parents are taking their time in purchasing a new vehicle so I am still driving the truck. Ahh the truck. I have so much love for it yet I fear it is on it's last legs. Like a good friend who was fetched many sticks, chased many rabbits, I feel it may be time to send her to a better place where all the gas is super-unleaded, oil changes come once every 2,000 miles, and 4x4s really do play polo on the white cliffs of Dover.