Ranger Raylene

This weekend we took a desperate drive to Montgomery for fried eggs and 50's style used car salesmen - richly rewarding on both fronts. And the result? We are now the proud owners of a '96 Ford Ranger XLT V6 in a loverly shade of maroon, with fold down seats for passengers 3 and 4 in the 'saloon' (1 and 2 fit on the bench seat next to your driver - yeah!). So it's not the classic American car we wanted, the key doesn't work every time and there are a few broken bits and pieces, but so far she goes! All the way to Atlanta Ikea and back.

And it's manual, which makes it virtually unstealable, or drivable (Julian has to learn before I leave for NYC). We've called it Raylene, in the fine Southern tradition of turning blokey names into girls names.

Raylene - fully loaded.