Is the phrase my Mom used to describe my recent car buying experience.  Once I decided I was going to get a new car, I went full speed ahead until the decision was made.  Which was about 2-3 days later.  That’s how I operate on big decisions.  I can debate for an hour what I would like to eat tonight, but when it comes to spending a chunk load of dough, my gut tells me what’s up at the drop of a hat. 

Which means I didn’t have much time to mourn the passing on of my Passat.  I knew one day we would have to say goodbye, I just didn’t expect it so soon.  And I get all sentimental thinking about how my car will probably be shipped to Mexico and sold for parts.  In reality, it’s probably ready to kickback with a Corona and be lazy on the beach for a while.  It’s probably been waiting for the day I’d retire it so it wouldn’t have to put up with my crazy Dallas hands-in-the-air driving antics.  You were good to me, Passat, you really were. 

Luckily, I will never have to retire that fleece.  Now, onto the new (to me) wheels.  I test drove three cars.  This was the third one and when I got in the driver’s seat, my gut said, “Holla”!  Well, that was after I researched it to make sure I was getting a good deal.  You know me, I’m always happiest when I get something on sale. 

I love that it sits up so I can see better, I love that the steering is tight, I love that it’s sporty and can put up with said driving antics.  I hope it’s up for that kind of challenge!

Lastly, while we are on the topic of cars… let’s go ahead and pour one out for my first love, Elmo.

P.S.  When I went to google pictures of my car to put on here, this is one of the first I saw.  I hope it’s not an omen.  Yikes!