Today, perhaps because it wasn't raining, we went car shopping.
When I first imagined myself buying what could be the last new car of my life, I envisioned trying out all sorts of fancy SUV/crossover vehicles: Volkswagens, BMWs, Volvos, Saabs; maybe a Fiat 500 and a Mini Cooper too—because they're so damn cute.
But I knew I wanted AWD (because of all the skiing we don't actually do
. . .). And every single person I've talked to who has a Subaru says they can't imagine having anything else. And both the Forester and the Outback are at the top of their particular class in Consumer Reports. (Back to BMW: top of its, "sporty," class—oh Lord, maybe I made an awful mistake, not at least testing one of those?)
No, no, no. The point here is: when I settle on something, I settle. I don't go round and round and round. And what's more, I am very quick to settle. I don't have to test-drive every car in creation. It's perfectly possible the BMW crossover would have pleased me well—and, for a little extra cash, come in AWD—but I like to keep things simple.
So I tested three cars: a Honda CR-V, which was fine; a Subaru Forester, which was also fine; and a Subaru Outback, which won.
|Jeff Romero, with whom we spent|
most of the day, most enjoyably
Okay: it was brought there on the request of another customer who ended up not buying it. But then, exactly: there it sat—just for me.
That's how I ended up with the 4Runner, too—I was looking for a particular sort of vehicle (4WD, long and flat enough in the back to sleep in), and there it happened to be, brought in just the day before&mdashwhich served me well for fifteen years and almost a quarter of a million miles.
I'm not superstitious, but: I like to pay attention to signs.
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Last night, I suggested to David that we head out this morning and catch the 10:40 showing of The Big Short—which we tried to go see after Christmas (#273)—and then go have lunch at a little cafe on the working wharf that I like and David hasn't tried yet.
But this morning, I had a different idea.
So I am calling this "one of those days when you think you might head out for a movie and lunch date and end up with a new car instead."