The Silver Bullet Ancestoral Line

This post serves as a memorial for the silver bullets in the past and the rebirth of the new ... bullet!

This Silver Bullet ancestoral line started with a hand-me down Mercedes from Tyson's sister Megan. Its glorious moments include the inability to reverse, the whole back seat was completely burned out from a fire leaving just the springs, it wouldn't go faster than 65 mph without the muffler backfiring, and if the sunroof was retracted, it wouldn't close leaving a hole for the rain and birds. Tyson traded the car in, and got a call from the CHP two weeks later requesting the Scotts to pick up the car on the Tijauana border where it was stripped down and resting on cinderblocks. What a sticky end!

Then came the Volvo...
Tyson had this car when we were in college. In the winter when we would drive to SLC or his sister's house, and I would have to take an ice scraper to the inside of the car so Tyson could see while we drove. In the summer when we turned on the air conditioner it smelled like pancakes and sounded like Las Vegas cause his little sister put maple syrup and pennies in the vents. (Or so I hear.) Well, one particularly snow winter night, Tyson said he wished something would happen to the car so we could get the insurance money for it.
Well, no joke the next day while in class, he was called out and brought to what was left of his car. He had parked next to the construction on BYU campus, and the crane hydralics snapped, toppling the crane right onto Tyson's car! His wish came true.

So we got a Silver Chevy Cavalier with the help of Tyson's dad to take the poor Volvo's place...
This car was great until the battery froze while snowboarding at Bear Valley in Northern California. When the battery froze, it locked the radio. The Chevy dealership did not have the code to "unlock" the radio... so we had to get a NEW radio. We went to Best Buy picked out a stereo, had it installed, just for it to be stolen within 2 weeks. (What luck, right? Just keep reading...) So we waited forever to get another stereo, I got Tyson a stereo for Christmas. We had it installed, and 2 weeks later the back window was smashed, the car was trashed and Tyson's stereo was again stolen. We got the window fixed, were thinking about getting a stock radio installed so the stealing wouldn't happen again when on one cold February (very inconvient) day it was slammed into the back of another car. The airbags deployed and the transmission was thrust into the dash of the car. Wonderful! What luck our cars have...


We have been thinking we need a bigger car, and now the opportunity has shown itself... so the ancestoral line continues with the newest Scott Silver Bullet....

May we introduce our new CAR!!!!
2003 Honda Pilot!!