I think my car may be a cockroach.
If Armageddon ever comes, it won’t be the meek who inherit the Earth.
It will be all those unkillable cockroaches – driving Geo Trackers.
I
fell in love with my 1990 Tracker almost the moment you and I spotted
it at the dealership in Pendleton, Oregon. No worries that it was seven
years old. It was tiny, it was bright white and it was four-wheel-drive.
And best of all, it was a convertible.
Well, I
suppose the best of best of all was that it was cheap. We didn’t need a
limousine, just a snow car. This one might actually qualify as a
snowmobile.
I loved it, but only expected to see it around for a couple of years.
But it didn’t die in the eastern Oregon snow. And when
