Windy Number Seven

Found a car.  Or a small ship... a 1989 Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser wagon.  Blue.  Very blue.  I owned one of these about 7 years ago, only that one was actually a lot nicer than this one.  My former wagon was one of the special, limited editions that had wood on the side, luggage racks, power everything and velvet seats.  I sold that beauty to buy a piece of shit VW Cabriolet that ended up costing me thousands in repairs only to get totaled in an accident a week after the last round of repairs. 

Anyhow, this boat is pretty fricking cool.  Its in great shape, low miles and has lots of room for this small army of a family.  And it was damn cheap.

I am thinking of attaching a life preserver to the back where a spare tire might be.  And everyone in the family must use the terms "aft" and "starboard" instead of "left" and "right" (yes, I just googled which is which). 

I name my cars.  All 30 or so that I've owned in my life has had a name.  Keeping with the boat convention, this one shall be Windy Number 7.  Or "Seven" for short (a tribute to Seinfield's George Costanza fits nicely as well).  Its a private joke that I don't mind publishing to the world:

When Aaron and I were dating, we went scuba diving together for a weekend.  Our little room at the campground was named "Windy 7" according to the rustic, wooden sign on the door.  Eight weeks later... we found out we were having a baby.  Two weeks after that, we found out we were having twins.

And that is the story behind Windy Number Seven.  Falls right into that "TMI" doesn't it?