My first car was actually a 1966 Corvair which my husband owned when we got married. He got a different car shortly after we were married, a blue Malibu, which he bought for me. Good idea, but no go. I did drive the Malibu now and then, but I loved the Corvair and he usually let me have it. It was such fun to drive and so cute!
It was followed by two other Corvairs, a brown 1963 and a white 1962, which I loved! I enjoyed each of them, but that bright red little engine in the trunk car was adorable and I drove it everywhere. It was a great shopping car, big trunk in the front!
It’s funny to me; I have always loved my cars until now. I am now the owner of a mini van. It was a good and necessary purchase in 2004 and I do enjoy driving it, but it isn’t a fun car. It isn’t a cute car. It is, however, still in good shape, runs really well and does allow me to haul 4 grand kids even if they all have to be in the back. That’s a good thing once or twice a year, but seriously, I do not need a mini van anymore.
Why haven’t I gotten a new car? Well, they are ridiculously expensive and I feel guilty spending money on something I obviously don’t need. I would love to have a Jeep Grand Cherokee or a Ford Escape, but I can’t justify it. Wanting isn’t a good enough reason to spend $20,000, right? Yeah, I know~I’m really getting old now and sensible has become my middle name.
Never thought, when I was tooling around in my Corvairs, that I’d be sensible!