It’s Like Ice-Cream
What does that title make you think of? Understand something here. I’m not talking about something to eat but an object of a whole different genre. I want you to think about this if you decide to read on.
I test drove a car today. What type of car isn’t the question really, at least not for this. My husband is buying me a new car, actually it will be a bit used since I don’t believe in making bad investments on new vehicles. There’s also the fact that I hate pretty much all new cars for the most part. The automotive designers and manufacturers have pretty much dropped the ball when it comes to what they are producing these days so why waste the money?
Back to the car. Yes I found one a few years old with relatively low mileage, under fifty thousand miles that I liked. I’m talking a top notch manufacturer with a very good reputation. So not a cheapy. I gave the little darling a test drive today and OMG the only way I could describe the way this little beauty was, Ice Cream. The handling and response was amazing. The pick-up was a dream. The seat, for me, was like settling into a well-made leather glove made for my whole body. I fell in love with this little bit of heaven. So what’s the problem? I’m five foot four and my husband isn’t. His six foot self hated it.
The only thing about this vehicle that gave me pause was the speedometer registered the top speed at one sixty and for me that could lead to some serious issues. Yes even in my advanced years I still have a lead foot. Boy do I have a lead foot. Buddy didn’t drive my new found love but this gave him all the time I’m driving the car to tear everything regarding sitting in it apart. For all the things I loved about the car he found ten times that many against it just from riding.
The seats were too small, the seat set too high, there wasn’t enough room for when we would be traveling, too many buttons on the seat, too many buttons on the console, I could go on but you get the point I’m sure. He bloody well hated the damn thing and that was the end of it. If you hear something that sounds like breaking glass at this point that’s my heart or at least it was.
Some well preformed and carefully done pouting, a little nudging, and some comparison shopping since we got home and he is rethinking his position now. No, even if I get him to change his mind I won’t be getting the one I drove today because I do want a newer model and this one was a couple of years older than I wanted to go. I simply wanted to drive one and see if I would like it. Boy did I.
Since we’ve been home Buddy has looked at more cars than Carter has pills, for those young whippersnappers who don’t have a clue what that means, it means a lot. He is finding out that I did my research before I made a decision on a car and is now coming to the same collusion as I did. There isn’t another car that compares to this and the only one that he liked was a pricy little darling that even if we wanted to drop that much money on a used vehicle we couldn’t afford the insurance on it. As it is the one I picked out will probably end up landing me behind bars and my license taken away from me. I have no desire to end up under the jail never to see daylight again.
So back to the title. Driving this little baby was like ice cream and I do love ice cream.