To global warming! Doing our part in killing the planet. — Notes from a Marriage
Adam and I bought a car. It's black and shiny and although used, still has that new car smell. Oh yeah, and it has racing stripes. We set out on foot Thursday afternoon with a list of used car dealers in the area. Over the course of about four hours we'd been to half a dozen lots, seen a lot of boring cars, and talked to one sales men too many, which for me is generally just the one. Approaching one of the last lots on the list we were starting to get tired and flustered, and despite the fact that we'd looked at a ton of cars we were still no closer to knowing what we wanted in one, so I guess it's kind of funny when no more than thirty minutes after I'd said 'You know we're not buying a car today, right?' while crossing the street to enter Powell's Cars, we were testing driving a 2004 Chevy and giving each other the look of, 'we're buying this car aren't we?'
It was the first car I'd seen all day that I could actually picture myself in. Well, the first one that we could afford that is. It's a Chevrolet, which is something I was hoping for since General Motors fed and clothed my family for many decades, and with only 13,000 miles on it it's practically like new. The racing stripes add a unique flavor to an otherwise average looking car, and of course serve to feed our efforts to never actually feel like grown ups.
So now we can start planning our weekend adventures to coastal bluffs, wine country, and mountain range romps. Just keep me away from wooden fences and we'll be fine.
It's a great looking car, it has you written all over it so congrats to you both. Nothing like a new pony to lift the spirits.
Carpenter Bob wrote:
Wooden fences? What's wrong with wooden fences?
can you drive to NYC? it's a great looking car! enjoy your weekend and day trips!
There was once a wooden fence that had an evil plan, and my car was its victim. Let's just say if you ever need someone to drive home your car with a 2x4 sticking out of the front and the side, I'm your girl.
"Never actually feel like grown-ups". Remember sweetheart, growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional. Grown ups are no fun, so live it up and enjoy the ride.
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