I told you it is possessed

Last summer I posted a blog about my possessed Toyota.  It’s called Trevor Christine if you need to catch up.  It occurred to me that some people may doubt the validity of my story.  So I decided to prove it.  The proof quest took some time because, well, I kept forgetting to document the odd behavior until I was driving.  Or maybe Trevor Christine knew what I was up to and foiled my attempts?   Hmmm. Continue reading


Trevor Christine

Sure, it looks innocent enough

Sure, it looks innocent enough

I bought my car last September.  A cute Toyota RAV 4 that I coveted for a long time.  Promptly upon leaving the car lot (and signing my life away) I christened is Trevor.  Yeah, Trevor the Toyota RAV 4.  It doesn’t quite roll off the tongue like Felix the Ford Explorer, but it is clever enough for me.  And wrong.  It should have been dubbed Christine – as if in, Stephen King’s horror story of a possessed car.

When I test drove it, I put it through all the normal routines.

√ Made it up the belt route while exceeding the speed limit  (meaning horsepower is decent)

√ Power windows worked pushing the down and then the up button  (former car story)

√ I looked cute in it (self explanatory)

Continue reading