My car had broken down a week prior. It was rush hour, of course, and the light had just turned green when my Accord decided to end its life by disgorging its transmission onto the asphalt of a very busy 4-way intersection. My mechanic told me that it would cost more to fix the car than it was worth in scrap, and he couldn't in good conscience take my money because he wasn't sure how much longer the rest of it would last any way.
This however put me in rather a bind. I'm a photographer -- architectural work, mostly, because buildings don't fidget or have wardrobe issues, and if the light isn't good I can always come back another day, or even use spotlights at night. But the problem with take pictures of buildings is that it requires quite a lot of gear: a vertible arsenal of tripods, lenses, cables, and other accouterments of taking very detailed pictures of very large structures at various distances. Plus, sometimes I supplement my income with glamor headshots of aspiring actors.
Needless to say, I haul more crap than I could carry on public transit. I needed a car, badly, preferably one with a decent trunk, which is why I happened to be scouring the local Pennysaver when I spotted the headline that stopped me dead:
"Cursed 2004 Hummer H1. $100.00."This car is cursed. It was present in New Orleans when the levees broke and has been cursed ever since with a thirst for the blood of the innocent. Runs great otherwise. 30,000 miles; better MPG than you'd expect. Serious inquiries only.