Sunday, March 11, 2012

Lose a brain, gain a beemer.

Ever since I can remember, my husband has wanted a BMW. He first got the bug when our son was two years old. We headed into the sunset one day doing errands and we pull into a BMW (beemer) dealership.  He looked at a 2-series, because it was the only vehicle remotely in our price range. I killed Bruce's joy by asking to see the trunk.  It can't hold groceries, much less toddler paraphernalia, so no beemer, for now.

Flash forward to the present. My son is now 13, and I am not safe for the road, due to having a massive gaping gash in my head. I see no need for us to be a two car family.  I was pleasantly surprised when Bruce sold his Audi A4, which he liked, as it was sporty enough for him, and began driving our remaining vehicle, a Honda CRV. The Honda had roominess and fairly good gas mileage, but was apparently no fun for Bruce to drive. Lately, Bruce has been feeling confident enough in his job, that he is ready to take on the encumbrance of car payments. He goes out test driving while doing errands with our son, and it's all over! Bruce is in love, and when one is in love, no expense is too great. He takes me to see the car of his dreams. The only thing I care about is can anyone sit behind Bruce? Another is how much can we get for the CRV? Still another is the trunk size?

We were very pleased with the amount of our trade in, and so a love connection was made between us and a 528 sedan, thanks in part to the fact I cant drive anymore.  My days as a chauffeur are over. That door of independence is now officially closed.

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