Months ago, G told me I needed a new car. My trusty Subaru outback was almost 12yrs old – 160,000 miles on it. And while the engine was sounding just like it did when I bought it – minor things were starting to add up. A broken moon roof. A leaky hatch back. A broken autodimming mirror. Stupid little things were starting to break.
I blew him off. Hey, it’s my way. I mean, the moon roof – well, the sunroof still worked, so it wasn’t important. The mirror issue was stupid, and I knew I could fix it myself if I took the time. And the leaky hatchback was not leaky if parked flat and not in the driveway.
I bought this car when I was pregnant with Indigo. This car took us to and from Iowa three times, I think. It took us to and from San Diego a couple times. We safely got through numerous mountain passes in the snow and ice on our way to visit family. It was a great car. I had planned on seeing how close to 200,000 miles I could get.
Last week, G told me he was buying me a new car for Christmas. He had already narrowed down the choices. He was going to test drive the last two – he explained why the one I had said I wanted was not an option. His other two choices were good choices.
He chose the one he knew I’d like – and was working with the broker to find the exact one. Then I derailed it. It wasn’t quite what I was hoping for. So, we went out to a dealer on Friday afternoon to test drive the car that was almost the one I wanted. The almost was something we could resolve after market.
I fell in love with it. And drove it home.
Good-bye to the trusty outback – the mom-mobile – the greatest getaway car ever (because everyone in Portland has one in that color).
And hello my new Subaru WRX. I’m in love with it. It is so weird having a car that is not a family car but a performance car. I cannot help driving it without a huge grin on my face. DJ told me today that she is in love with the car. “It goes fast” was her comment.
Yes, yes it does. I cannot wait to drive it down to see my parents. All wheel drive – a great engine – compact body – yeah, I will be grinning like a crazy person.
As G told me, he knew I would never do this on my own. He knew that I may talk about it – but until there was a huge issue with the outback, I would not have replaced it. He knows me so well.
And I know have a 265 hp WRX.
I should just have an account created for my speeding ticket. Hell, the sales guy who helped us even called to ask if I got a ticket yet. Guess I made that clear.
Oh, and the funniest part of the whole transaction?
We go out to the car to pull out the stuff from the outback – only G’s toybag from the night before. “So, what do you do for fun?” the guys ask as he is pulling it out of the back.
“Comics,” he replied.
I was glad I was turned away as I was laughing my ass off. They clearly were curious about the bag – and what it contained – the paddle sticking out of the bag visible. And his reply – comics.