Why is it that cars have such a magical pull over me? Seriously, it’s bizarre. I can literally sit for hours and troll automobile forums and read reviews and day dream about owning all sorts of things. I swear – it’s a sickness for me. I guess part of it is the fact that I am locked into my current vehicle and I can’t just go out and get what I want (I’m sure that’s part of it). But it’s also the fact that the last vehicle I bought (my truck), I took such an ass-raping on it that I swore then and there that I’d never let that happen again. I (foolishly) trusted the sales guy to give me what he said, a good deal, and I didn’t look into the details of the deal until later. I saw the payment and decided that was what I had agreed to and moved on to get my new truck.
*sigh*
But, I’ll be out of my truck soon enough. August is when it goes bye-bye and that time can’t come fast enough for me. I hate that I got suckered, yeah. But I hate that I ended up paying through the nose for something that I just don’t like to drive anymore. And I’m paying a LOT for it. It’s like salt in the wound of my bloody ego. I’m also not going to buy new again, well, I shouldn’t say NEVER, but I’ll say that the circumstances would have to be pretty much completely in my favor for me to even consider it. Used is where it is at for ol’ Joey.
Now for the next thing. I’m stuck over what to buy. A part of me wants to get an older rough and tumble Toyota Land Cruiser (which the wife currently drives). I absolutely love them! But the other side of me wants a nice sedan or coupe. Preferably German engineered (although a Lexus GS400 would suit me fine also). I’ve just got a bad, bad desire for a sporty sedan to drive around. I guess I’ve been in a truck so long that I want something a little more fun to drive that doesn’t burn gas like its on fire.
So, there is my quandary. Of course, I have MANY more months to figure out what I’m going to do, but that doesn’t stop me from trolling every auto place I can find on the Internet (and eBay) to look and see what my pretend options are.
Why can’t I love flowers or something?
To illustrate my point?

Dead.
Sexy.