I am not a car girl.
I’ve never been one for knowing about all different kinds of cars.
For me, generally, if it runs and gets me from point A to point B, I’ve been good to go.
My first car was a used 1985 Nissan Pulsar.
Totaled it one snowy afternoon at college in Ohio, after having just driven back from New Jersey.
Everyone was fine, but the thing crumpled like a tin can.
My next car was a used 1992 Oldsmobile Achieva.
Her name was Isabella and I loved her.
Sold Isabella and bought a new 1997 (? Real Man might have to help on the date for this one) four-door Honda Civic.
Loved that car.
Then we got married and had Monkey Girl and man-oh-man did my back ache from bending over and putting the car seat in and taking the car seat out.
So, we bought a minivan, and then I inherited Real Man’s Ford Expedition.
My life has not been a string of luxury cars.
Practicality has led the charge.
However, yesterday, this car passed me on the road.
And I was smitten.
I can tell how smitten I was by the mere fact that I bothered to look at the make and model of the car and look it up when I get home. (It’s an Audi R8)
It took my breath away as it drove by me, and for the first time in my life, I decided I must have a car.
I could imagine myself zooming down the road, felt the smooth ride, and dreamed about hugging the curves of the road.
I. Love. This. Car.
Then, it turned up in a book I was reading, and reading about the characters driving it solidified my love.
So, considering the almost $200,000 price tag, I’m forever amending my answer to the question, “What would you do if you won the lottery?”
My first answer was always “Make sure we have enough money put away for the kids to get through college.”
However, now I’m thinking the kids can fend for themselves.
I’ll be buying this car.
