I’m aware of the irony in going to the Philadelphia Auto Show. We get in our own perfectly wonderful car. We navigate city traffic, where it’s stop-and-go because of all the cars. We jockey for parking, surrounded by a garage facility packed with cars. Then we pay an admission price so we can see more cars.Ah, but these are shiny, new cars. And my husband is an autoholic. Here, we can touch all the buttons, sit in the seats, and breathe in that heady new-car smell. The Auto Show is even advertised as "a giant metal petting zoo."
My 2011 GTI is now last year’s model. It’s old news, even though there’s only 5,000 miles on it. Already my husband is on to the next new thing, and I think those Mini Coopers are awfully cute. But if past performance is any indicator of future buying patterns, I’m sticking with the GTI for the long haul. I held onto my last car, my beloved BMW 3 Series, for 13 years (and only 80,000 miles).
Considering that my husband just got his dream car last month – a sports car he’s been drooling over since he was a teenager – we’ve got our wheels for the foreseeable driving future. We just have to keep them on the road and safe from wacky, distracted drivers who have cell phones in one hand and hot coffee in the other.
As my husband promises every time he climbs into his 2005 Porche, he’s keeping the shiny side up, pointy end forward.
A giant a metal petting zoo, it is. My hubby is an autoholic too, and he gets extra hyper every time we go to car shows. Congratulations to your hubby for finally getting his dream car. =)
ReplyDeleteThanks. He's lovin' living the dream. Me? I'm always tickled watching the biggest guys at the auto show try to squeeze into the smallest cars. They always make it. But it's not so pretty when they try to get out.
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