We pick up my new set of wheels today. When I dreamed of life without a van I pictured myself in a sporty little car, stick shift and a moon roof that was perpetually open with sunshine pouring in. Zoom Zoom. (I guess I really do have a little of my Dad’s Nascar dna after all)
And I really liked my friends suggestion of a nice classic 57 Chevy but I’d hate to ruin that beauty with road salt. Did they even make seat belts in cars back then?
We’ve settled on a Honda Pilot that presented itself as an offer too good to refuse. Clean, good in the snow, half the miles of the van I was driving last week, checked out with the mechanic and a price we couldn’t beat. It’s not the sporty little thing I was thinking of but that’s ok. The only regret is giving up the moon roof with that Syracuse sunshine pouring in everyday. And if you live up here you know – that really was a dream.