This is A Portion Of The Plot About The Book That I Wrote Under My Pen Name “Wilbur Hay” About How I Wish Things Were In The Past, And Are In The Present; Is About.
Chris, Bernice, Carletta, her daughter; and Darlene are all indifferent about cars not being important to the relatives that we don’t like and don’t associate with-my mother’s family, the lousy decisions they make when it comes to purchasing a vehicle; and how poorly they normally take care of a vehicle.
Carletta’s daughter herself is the wrong type of person to own a Jeep, a Land Rover; or a Toyota Land Cruiser as much as my mother’s family is; and not only does Carletta’s daughter make the same absurd decisions as my mother’s eldest brother’s niece when it comes to buying vehicles-such as Carletta’s daughter having purchased her Xterra and my mother’s eldest brother’s niece having purchased her Mitsubishi, but Carletta’s daughter is also as indolent to find a job as the children of my mother’s brothers and my mother’s eldest brother’s niece & nephew all are.
One example of Carletta’s daughter having worked at the same position at the Trader publishing company for many years before her mother was able to get her into working for the same school district in the Hampton Roads area in Virginia that her mother works for. And the children of my mother’s brothers and my mother’s eldest brother’s niece & nephew working for the business that their father/uncle and several of my mother’s eldest brother’s in-laws have all founded (the same business where Darlene volunteers at when she’s in the Detroit area visiting with Chris & Jim, and also volunteers to work on those medical test strips of some sort). Carletta’s daughter is also just as hip and modern as children of my mother’s brothers and my mother’s eldest brother’s niece & nephew.
My mother’s youngest brother, as cars are not important to him; drives Honda products sold through their luxury Acura division, and it’s in these Honda products that he shows up in during these gatherings with his family, Jim’s family; and my mother’s eldest brother’s in-laws. The Honda products are right up his alley because they’re just as scoffed of a machine as he is of a human being. While unrelatedly, my parents and I are enjoying ourselves in our diesel Suburban, and my paternal grandmother is enjoying herself in our diesel Suburban as well.
Besides the fact that my mother’s eldest brother, his wife, children, his sister-in-law; and his niece & nephew should have always been barred from ever owning a Jeep, Land Rover, Toyota Land Cruiser and the Lexus version; they should have also been barred from ever owning a Suburban, a Full-Size van, and cars such as vehicles built on the GM B-platform, Crown Victoria, Grand Marquis; and a Lincoln Town Car.
Besides Shannon, Ray, and Jan & Diane Pol being better and more appropriate people to own a Jeep, Land Rover, or a Toyota Land Cruiser; my parents and I have always been better and more appropriate people to own a Suburban, a Full-Size van, and cars such as vehicles built on the GM B-platform, Crown Victoria, Grand Marquis; and a Lincoln Town Car.
It has always been a bugbear over my mother’s eldest brother, his wife, children, his sister-in-law; and his niece & nephew neglecting their vehicles, my mother’s eldest brother’s wife backing the vehicle into a tree, and depressing especially regarding a Jeep, Land Rover, a Toyota Land Cruiser, a Suburban, a Full-Size van, and cars such as vehicles built on the GM B-platform, Crown Victoria, Grand Marquis; and a Lincoln Town Car.
The K-Cars and the related Chrysler minivan are the perfect vehicles for how much of a knucklehead my mother’s eldest brother, his wife, children, his sister-in-law; and his niece & nephew all are.
My mother’s eldest brother’s in-laws also have a fondness for Pontiacs and Oldsmobiles.
It would be queer when Chris, Bernice, Carletta and her daughter; and Darlene all go to my mother’s aunt & uncle’s house in her GM Full-Size van. Not only are my mother’s aunt & uncle also not our cup of tea, they also live in an eccentric location in Mt. Clemens, Michigan. As expected, Chris, Bernice, Carletta and her daughter; and Darlene would all be going there to be social with my mother’s family. The only thing that I could even remotely care about regarding this situation is how the automatic transmission performs under the operating conditions such as engine speed, engine temperature; and driving habits while Chris would drive those people to my mother’s aunt & uncle’s house.
It would also be ghastly to discover in any way, shape, or form my mother’s eldest brother, his family; and his mother-in-law, sister-in-law; and niece & nephew all going in a Full-Size van owned by him to my mother’s aunt & uncle’s house. Not only would it be kooky with regards to how he, his wife, and his sister-in-law have always neglected their vehicles; but also seeing this van with all of these people (including a lot of kids) driving to the rural area north of Mt. Clemens, Michigan. The only positive thing that could happen on would be testing (or, as another way to put it-test operating) a new School Bus in Mt. Clemens, Michigan and the rural area just north of there, and going ‘eh’ over all of these people in this van with a bunch of kids in there, and this van using this turn signal to turn into a house located on the main road in the rural area north of Mt. Clemens, Michigan.
Then there’s my mother’s younger brother and his son also arriving at this social event at my mother’s aunt & uncle’s house his idiomatic vehicle. Above all, my parents, I; and my paternal grandmother would be enjoying ourselves in our home in Oakland Township, Michigan; maybe also with Joe, Martha, or maybe with Marie “Mimi” or Mary Ann while this social event at my mother’s aunt & uncle’s house would be going on.
My mother’s aunt & uncle and their offspring-my mother’s cousins, having always purchased Ford products because of them getting a discount from Ford, and because cars were never important to them; they’ve always thought like “Ford builds the Thunderbird to compete with the Monte Carlo”, Ford’s Class 6-8 truck division that included the B-Series chassis & cowl, the C-Series, and the L-Series(which, in reality, they’ve spun off to Daimler and Freightliner to become Sterling in the mid 1990’s) and my mother’s female cousin having bought her Tempo while being uncaring about Ford having developed the Tempo/Topaz specifically for the North American market rather than selling the Ford Sierra in the North American market as mainstream Ford and Mercury models and not as the niche Merkur XR4TI model.
My mother’s female cousin would, at one time; transport Chris, Bernice, Carletta and her daughter; and Darlene in her Tempo, and my mother’s female cousin would say to these people that she bought her car only because her father is retired from Ford. Chris, Bernice, Carletta and her daughter; and Darlene would all be indifferent about how crappy of a car the Tempo/Topaz is overall, and how crappy of an engine the Ford HSC engine (the Ford Thriftpower inline-6 with 2 cylinders removed to create a 4-cylinder) in the Tempo/Topaz is. Darlene would also be talking with my mother’s female cousin about (shall I say lousy, to us) decisions about their vehicle purchases and how cars are not important to either one of them. Bernice would talk about herself being equally as religious as my mother’s female cousin, her parents, her brother, and her sister-in-law; them all attending church on a daily basis, and Bernice having sponsored Gerry Wentzel while he was being fostered at Boy’s Town being similar to my mother’s female cousin-a social worker by profession; having adopted and taken in some little girl and raising that female pupil herself.
All of this going on between Chris, Bernice, Carletta and her daughter, Darlene; and my mother’s female cousin would be a byproduct of how much of a social butterfly (or socialite, as another way to put it) Chris is. And all of that would be going on while yet again, my parents, I, and my paternal grandmother are enjoying ourselves in house in Oakland Township, Michigan and in our diesel Suburban.
Matthew Parij 