Drink up, sister

Nothing says failure like driving around in an otherwise good-looking car, one that plays the XM proudly and maneuvers in and around asshole out-of-state drivers splendidly.

But now the Ol' Man's hot ride, fresh off another flat tire and a three-day rest while the Ol' Man "hunted," has something wrong with it.

And it ain't the awful yellow service engine light now covered with a "He who believes never dies" religion card. Nope. No sir. It's the li'l red label where a legit registration sticker used to chill out on the windshield.

"Rejected," it says.

So the Ol' Man's hot ride now his 45 days to get the part fixed -- something about admissions and a circuit -- or else curtains for the car. Curtains.

But at least there's this to make us smile. God it's good to be back.