In LOVE

Sadly, Gus is in the transmission shop.  Again.  Last time the cost was minimal but despite my long-standing denial, I realize Gus can't power on forever.  After all, he was born in '93 and I've been driving him since my college days.  No need to clarify how long ago that was.

While we wait to hear the total $$$ from the transmission doctors, Timothy and I chatted about possible  new vehicles.  I just drove my dad's Ford Fusion and thoroughly enjoyed it.  I can't admit to how many times I said to Miriam, "Don't tell Grandpa I did that," because my dad does, periodically, read this blog.  Basically, I'm not used to driving a vehicle that feels as smooth at 85 70 as it does at 50.  It was fun to drive.

Timothy wants a truck.  He and I never see eye to eye on the truck issue and since we're adding 25 minutes to his commute by our move, I don't see a truck in his future.  Although I did pick out the only color he is allowed to have in the new Chevy Colorado that is coming out this fall.  Brownstone metallic.  It's purty.

We looked at a few Hondas before I said that all the colors were uninspiring.  Not to mention the cars themselves being fairly ugly.  So Timothy, in his genius, told me to look up a Dodge Challenger.

And I fell in love.

It is beautiful.  Gorgeous.  Perfect.  Orange.  Retro.  And amazingly awesome.  I told Timothy to buy it for me for mother's day.  He laughed.  I don't know why.  Then I told him that if he bought it, he'd have to let me drive it all the time.  He said, "Sure I'll let you drive it.  Twice a year."  WHAT????  Then I asked him if I could slide across the hood just one time.  He said no.  I said, "What if I wear Daisy Duke shorts while I slide across the hood?"  Unbelievably, he said no. 

Seriously, this car reminds me of when Derek and I used to practice sliding across hoods.  Not that we did that, Dad.  Ahem.  

This post has a clear point.  Fiscal responsibility is vastly overrated and I need that car.