Big wheels keep on turnin’,
Proud Mama keeps on burnin’
(‘Cause she’s havin’ a hot flash LOL)

Well, it’s happened. The boy has purchased himself a car. Gawd help us all LOL

A friend told him of a different friend of a friend (always a reliable way to decide on a major purchase) who desired money more than an automobile, and was spreading the word far and wide. Their means of transportation was for sale.

Middle Son, who is almost as tired of being transported about by his mother, as his mother is of providing transport, heard of this “opportunity” and took the bait…errr, bought the car.

The location of FOFOF (friend of friend of friend) was over in the next county. He and the seller went to a license bureau over there and transacted the deal, with Son handing over the cash (no doubt with trembling hands, as he hates to part with money LOL) and the seller signing over the title to him. Sadly, (you knew it was coming) it seems that an error occurred.

Son took the car for the required state inspection. It didn’t pass. (You knew that was coming too, right?)

He received the title in the mail, while waiting to arrange and finance the numerous and expensive repairs.

Once the car passed inspection, and he had arranged for insurance coverage, he went to get license plates. This was not a simple task.

To get license plates in this state, you must show your personal property tax receipt. Son has never owned personal property, so he has no receipt.

Do not pass go, do not collect plates.

He needed to get a waiver stating that he had no previous personal property and thus has no receipt. The waiver is issued from a separate location from the license plates though (of course). So off he goes to get his waiver.

When he returns to the license plate place, he is certain all will be well and good (poor child).

He hands over the waiver, his proof of insurance, the title and registration, and the inspection certificate. The DMV clerk frowned, (never a good sign) and told him that the Vehicle Identification Numbers don’t match on all of his documents.

Do not pass go, do not collect plates.

Now it really gets fun. He is told that he must take his paperwork and the car to a Highway Patrol office, and have them compare and verify what the correct VIN is, and make any necessary corrections to his paperwork. Oh joy. He is directed to HP office, which is a fair distance away, in the opposite direction of home from the license bureau. He is told that this is only done during certain hours of certain days, neither of which are now. LOL

He comes home in a huff.

He makes plans to travel to the HP office during one of the rare moments said verification occurs. It is Friday morning. He is supposed to be at work at 11. The HP office is a half-hour drive south of home. Work is a 15 minute drive northwest of home. He is prepared to hustle, and departs.

The DMV clerk who told him the VIN was wrong, was wrong. LOL

There was no error on his paperwork, everything matches up. He left the HP office and went to a DMV office nearby, thanking his lucky stars that his mother had looked up the address and printed him a map. He entered the DMV and learned they use a take-a-number system. It was on #37 when he entered. He drew #47 and took a seat, determined to wait patiently. He waited. And waited. 45 minutes later he left, having to return home, change into work clothes and get to French Fry Land. The take-a-number was on #39 when he departed. On his way home, 80% of the traffic signals were red. 15% were yellow. His unlicensed car was followed by local police officers of three separate communities he passed through.

At 10:35 he returns, in a huff.

He dashes in to change clothes. He is sweating profusely. He asks if I can follow him to the garage so he can drop his car off, as the air conditioner doesn’t work, and when he tried to get some fresh air, he discovered that the power windows don’t work.

I say OK. He gets back in his four-wheel sauna, and it won’t start.

He stomped over to my car and released a string of expletives I didn’t know he knew LOL

He is at work now, enjoying the relative coolness of a McDonald’s kitchen. On the way in, he said, “You’re gonna blog about this aren’t you?”

I smiled, the sentences already forming in my head.

Categories: Family, Humor, cars