It is car shopping time for me. Geico has provided me with a check for my totaled Mustang, so the time has come to try to find a replacement for my beloved car.
At the outset, realize two things: 1) I hate car shopping, and 2) My Mustang is about as replaceable as my husband. As in, I could - technically there are other models out there - but I'd rather stab myself in the face with an icepick than go through all the rigamarole associated with finding a new one. (Yes, honey, that means I love you. I love you at least as much as I loved the Mustang - and that's a LOT!).
When I bought the Mustang, I was single and without a care in the world about things like front wheel drive or backseats suitable for a baby seat or passenger comfort or staying dry during rainstorms. That car was for me. Things have obviously changed now, so it would be completely irresponsible to get a "just for me" car. I could - we do have our Jeep Patriot, which makes a fantastic family car - but I'm going to do the reasonable thing and get a car the whole family can enjoy. But I still want it to be fun. I know I won't find my dream car - I hate to be melodramatic, but really, my dream car was what got totaled in the flood last week. Right now I'm focused on finding that perfect mix of awesome-yet-useful, cool-yet-kid friendly.
So far, it ain't happening. I spy a marketing niche here. Detroit, are you listening? (Er, Detroit? Is anyone even there anymore?)
Let me use some photos to illustrate the problem.
What I really want:
This is a 1959 Ford Galaxie in Indian Turquoise. Beautiful car, but terrible idea for me. Setting aside the face that I don't know a damn thing about cars, making a high-maintenance classic a bad, bad, bad idea, I'm pretty sure that the world didn't give a lick about safety issues back in those days, which means this isn't a great choice for driving around with Jack. Le sigh.
I also really want:
That's a Lamborghini something or other (see? I'm not good at cars. I just know what looks pretty). Somehow though Geico failed to give me $200,000.00 for my totaled Mustang - incredible, I know - so I need to stick to a budget. Also, after what happened to the Mustang, driving a car that's worth more than my house would make me reaaaaaaaly nervous. I'm not sure you could clear a puddle with this car.
And finally, what I really, really want:
It doesn't even need to have time-travel capabilities, although that would be nice. But beggars can't be choosers. I have wanted a DeLorean pretty much my entire life and I'm still convinced that someday, somehow, I will have one. I envision myself with my Z. Cavaricci jeans and Members Only jacket, cruising in my gull-winged beauty. I'll think I'm totally awesome. And I'll be totally wrong about that.
So those are what I want. Sadly, what my budget and mom car safety issues dictate looks more like this:
I'm certain I just offended all my Camry-driving readers.
So, you see my dilemma. I'm convinced that there's no such thing as a muscle car for moms. Or a family sports car. Or a kid-friendly hot rod. There's totally a market for that type of car - I can't be the only one, right? Maybe the automotive industry would be in better shape if they listened to me.
Ford? GM? Call me. I have ideas. In the meantime, I'll be pining for my DeLorean while test driving Chryslers.