And so the family tradition continues...

My uncle just picked up his brand spankin' new car this morning, and I fond out just this very moment that his old car is going to be carted over here so that it can be fixed, so that my sisters can learn to drive in it. And so the tradition of uncle-passing-old-car-to-niece continues! I inherited my first bomb, a white (well, not so white by the time I got it) Mitsubishi Sigma station wagon from the same uncle. I drove it to death in my last year at uni on my P plates. My first taste of independence oh so many years ago...