It’s time for a new car, yes! Finally! Now that my youngest son has successfully tackled the stick shift, I can pass the keys on to him. My now 11-year-old white (marshmallow) Volkswagen, Jetta has served me proud. It took us to California when the kids were small and ploughed to the tops of ski hills with a honk and a wave, as we passed the occasional SUV stuck in the snow on the side of the road. With a Sicilian trunk, you could literally fit a dead body and then some. People were always amazed at what the little car could pack.
It was a very SAD day when I sold my 1988 Alfa Romeo to my brother-in-law, to purchase our first Jetta, the “official” family car. We went for practicality and never looked back, it was a great alternative to the minivan, which I vowed never to drive. Sorry, no offence to any of you who drive one, I don’t care how many kids you can stuff into one.
My first car was a 1981 Ford Mustang, a surprise graduation gift from my parents. My father worked for Ford and was determined to find me a safe and reliable car. Not only was this the best first car ever, but it was definitely the start of my love affair with cars. Before my mustang, I had test-driven several convertible two-seater sports cars, for which I couldn’t get enough of, (who can forget Richard Gere in American Gigolo, driving his convertible 450SL, F’N HOT!) In 1986 I purchased a 1979 Fiat Spider, another fun car, navy blue with a tan interior, great stereo too! After driving around in my Fiat for a few years, I decided the cost of maintenance was more than my bank account could handle. With Fiat being the acronym for “fix it again Toni,” I should have been wiser. So with that, my parents stepped in, again, and suggested I drive something a little more practical. Introducing, my new Honda Prelude, this relationship didn’t last long, 6 months to be exact, a bit, “boring,” so in 1989 I purchased and fell in love with an Alfa Romeo “Graduate”, named after the film classic. It was the car of my dreams, with the roof down and the wind in my hair, it was my baby, complete with personalised “LLOREA” plates…too much?
So, bringing me back to, “its time for a new car,” what kind of car? Is there an image I want to portray? I’m lost, the practical side of me thinks I should purchase another Volkswagen, a Tiguan perhaps? How about something sexy? What does that say about me? Does anyone really think about this stuff? I guess I do, I’m a single 50 something women, I don’t want to be that stereotype, you know, those women who cruise around looking for younger men, yuck! This will be “my” car, it has to be fun, right?! Can I let go of the four-door Jetta for a sports car? IDK, I’m having a hard time with it.
Full disclosure, I test drove the new Fiat 124 Abarth…ok, SERIOUSLY, I could get used to calling “Toni” to fix my car after this drive. The car drove like a dream, keeping this in perspective, I drive a Jetta city, so anything will feel amazing, right? LOL. My son says “it’s a no brainer, get the Abarth, you’ll still have the Jetta for any family rides and you can drive the two-seater car the rest of the time.” I’m actually considering this, but…do I go for an automatic or manual? I really wanted to ditch the stick, but once in the Abarth, it screams stick shift! What to do?!
What would Mrs Robinson choose? In the movie, “The Graduate” Mrs Robinson was seducing a much younger Dustin Hoffman… would she like the sporty new Fiat, it’s barely consenting age…
As for my Alfa Romeo, it still ranks hands down as my favourite car. I know, I’m probably over thinking my decision, once the nice weather kicks in, I’m sure I’ll know what to do.
We spend a lot of time driving around in our cars, maybe too much time, perhaps we take for granted…all those family vacations, driving to the movies, quick stop at the grocery store or heading to the beach, a car isn’t just a car…
A car is a journey to our destination…
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