Identity Crisis
So my life is changing. The ever constant change.
And I need a new car, or at least I have convinced myself that I have. Something with more doors than wing mirrors. Less dents than the earth's atmosphere.
I visited Austin in 2004, and as my self-identity has evolved, I have switched between cars frequently.
I wear cars like you might wear outfits, though I try to make money on my outfits.
My lofty goal is not to buy depreciating vehicular assets (liabilities?) but instead to buy cars that I can sell later on down the road for more than I paid for them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I've never had a car payment.
So while you might choose a different color hair, I chose a different car.
1. The Saab - a classic, my first car with electric windows and leather seats $475
2. The Civic - a masterpiece of economy $500
3. The Shadow - ok, that was a motorbike, but it was fun to tootle around on.
4. The Escort - not often you get a running car for $200.
5. The Police Interceptor - Sodium had the perfect idea when he suggested auctions.
6. The Sebring - the gold mid-life crisis convertible I bought from a realtor.
7. The Second Police Interceptor - I missed the last one.
8. The Paddy Wagon - you just don't get chances like that every day.
9. The Third Police Interceptor - too cheap not to buy.
10. The Cougar - economy and more goldness.
11. The Propane powered Pickup - I had to know what it was like to be the man with a truck.
12. The Ford Explorer - I'd never had an SUV before, I have no excuses. I owe the planet.
13. Hyundai Accent - free, first became an elephant, then an ant.
14. Dodge something - $100, became a truckceratops.
Fourteen vehicles in 54 months. That's not a bad batting average.
But who the hell am I? I know that cars don't define people, but I find I take on a different character in each vehicle. The question is more, what car am I buying next?
So I'm throwing it out to the universe. This is the kind of car I want.
Something with a turbo, or that at least is fun to drive.
Something with as many doors as tires.
Something easy on the gas.
Something with AC (only the Saab had none - that was naive)
Something priced well enough so that I can sell it for a similar amount I paid for it in a year or so, 30,000 miles later.
Something well cared for with less than 60,000 miles.
Something not gold colored. I have had my share of gold cars.
Something that I can pick up in the next week.
Oh, and something decidedly un-american.
Bring it on. Vroom.
p.s. my wife is almost 37 weeks pregnant. So bring it on sooner rather than later. Thanks.
And I need a new car, or at least I have convinced myself that I have. Something with more doors than wing mirrors. Less dents than the earth's atmosphere.
I visited Austin in 2004, and as my self-identity has evolved, I have switched between cars frequently.
I wear cars like you might wear outfits, though I try to make money on my outfits.
My lofty goal is not to buy depreciating vehicular assets (liabilities?) but instead to buy cars that I can sell later on down the road for more than I paid for them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I've never had a car payment.
So while you might choose a different color hair, I chose a different car.
1. The Saab - a classic, my first car with electric windows and leather seats $475
2. The Civic - a masterpiece of economy $500
3. The Shadow - ok, that was a motorbike, but it was fun to tootle around on.
4. The Escort - not often you get a running car for $200.
5. The Police Interceptor - Sodium had the perfect idea when he suggested auctions.
6. The Sebring - the gold mid-life crisis convertible I bought from a realtor.
7. The Second Police Interceptor - I missed the last one.
8. The Paddy Wagon - you just don't get chances like that every day.
9. The Third Police Interceptor - too cheap not to buy.
10. The Cougar - economy and more goldness.
11. The Propane powered Pickup - I had to know what it was like to be the man with a truck.
12. The Ford Explorer - I'd never had an SUV before, I have no excuses. I owe the planet.
13. Hyundai Accent - free, first became an elephant, then an ant.
14. Dodge something - $100, became a truckceratops.
Fourteen vehicles in 54 months. That's not a bad batting average.
But who the hell am I? I know that cars don't define people, but I find I take on a different character in each vehicle. The question is more, what car am I buying next?
So I'm throwing it out to the universe. This is the kind of car I want.
Something with a turbo, or that at least is fun to drive.
Something with as many doors as tires.
Something easy on the gas.
Something with AC (only the Saab had none - that was naive)
Something priced well enough so that I can sell it for a similar amount I paid for it in a year or so, 30,000 miles later.
Something well cared for with less than 60,000 miles.
Something not gold colored. I have had my share of gold cars.
Something that I can pick up in the next week.
Oh, and something decidedly un-american.
Bring it on. Vroom.
p.s. my wife is almost 37 weeks pregnant. So bring it on sooner rather than later. Thanks.