So I decided to look at some cars on Saturday since we were on a bye week. I really didn't have any intention of getting anything right away, but I did want to explore my options. My little 2002 Hyundai had seen better days and was in serious need of repairs that I just had no desire to do.
I have also never owned what I would consider to be a nice vehicle. My first was an $800 junk 1985 Ford Ranger. It had that lovely rust color and dents all over where it had been rolled by the alcoholic I bought it from. I was in high school, and it was all I could afford. My vehicles since then have faired a little better than that, but none were anything to brag about.
So I go riding through a few lots, looking at used VW Jettas and a handful of other responsible cars. I also checked out a couple of Jeep Wranglers since I have always had a love for those things. Anyways I am riding through this one lot when a Mustang caught my eye.
Now I knew there was no way I would be willing to buy one of those things, but it doesn't hurt to look, right? This was a 2012 Mustang V6 coupe with around 45000 miles on it. So I took it for a spin.
And then I talked prices with the dealer. (I got him down to $2k below blue book value.)
Then I talked financing. (I have pretty good credit, so no issue there.)
Anyways long story short, I now have a Mustang:
The problem is that I also have a 2 (almost 3) year old little boy. Now this kid adores nice cars and trains and planes and gold fish. He walked out into the yard when I got home and exclaimed, "MY RACE CAR!!" (Every sporty looking vehicle is a race car to him.)
But it did not end there. He walks up to it and starts petting my new ride. He walks around to the back and gives the car a hug. Then he climbs into the passenger seat, asks his mom to close the door. Then asks me to close my door. And finally says, "OK Let's go!"
So I had to take him for a quick little spin around the block. Over the weekend we drove the car to visit the in-laws and my wife's grand parents and to go out to eat. Normally this boy is a pain in the butt to get ready to go any where. Now all I have to do is say the word "ride" and he cheers as he grabs his clothes and shoes and starts trying to dress himself.
Of course I still have one more week of classes in Aiken, so yesterday I had to pack up and drive back to finish up my class. This boy was sad to see his race car leaving him. After we calmed him down a bit, he went up and gave the car a kiss goodbye.
I am now worried that my son may be at home now plotting my demise.