You'd think Limey was getting married. Limey is what we affectionately call our golf cart. I call him other names too, but not to his face (damn cart, heap of junk). Sometimes I even make gestures at him - clenched fists, gritted teeth. I'm not positive but I might have even kicked him once.
Poor Limey. He has worked very hard for us over the last 6.5 years. He has hauled all kinds of heavy loads - furniture, concrete blocks, bags of cement, wood beams, luggage, people. He has rarely complained while working, but he takes time off when he gets over-tired.
Limey just came back from a 5-day vacation. It was a serious break this time to try to recharge his battery. Literally.
Limey's alternator/generator was broken, and his battery was declared to be beyond recharging. As well, the main belt that drives the motor was close to being kaput - split almost all the way through.
The mechanic brought Limey back today with borrowed parts. He needs a new battery and a new belt, but the store is closed until tomorrow. So the mechanic put in a battery and belt from another golf cart just to get us up and running today. Tomorrow we have to go out and buy new parts, and take him back to the mechanic to switch out the borrowed parts.
So Limey has an old motor, a new generator (gently used, actually), a borrowed battery and belt, and owners who feel blue due to the cost of his repairs.
The verse "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue", ends with "A sixpense in your shoe". I'm checking my flip flops but have not found any spare sixpense. Miguel did win the lottery last week, but Limey's vacation took care of that small windfall.
Time to go check the rest of my shoes for hidden coins. With Limey aging not-so-gracefully, I think we're going to need all the sixpense we can find.