Bubbles is a 4-door, 2005 Honda Civic Hybrid. She came to me used with only 1300 miles on her and still under warranty. (Yes, that’s just 1300. I’m not missing a zero there.) She has ABS, FWD, automatic transmission (my racing days are over ;), CD disk changer, an “immobilizer” that makes her hard to steal, an anti-theft radio, and front and side airbags. How did I get such a deal? I was damn lucky. A very nice woman bought her last September, but can’t keep her because she now has unexpected expenses and needs the moola. She was about in tears as I drove away with her baby and says that she loved this car so much that she’ll get another one as soon as she can afford it.
I’ll miss the heft of Scooter, my old P Body Plymouth. She was one solid broad that made plowing through snow child’s play. And I’ll miss her sexy V6 engine that let me blow by *everybody* as I climbed mountain passes. But I’m OK with maturing into the kind of woman that values reliability, economy, and comfort. May Bubbles and I enjoy as many years together as Scooter and I did.
What I’m most proud of today is that I was decisive. I didn’t waste time what-iffing myself into paralysis. I did the research ahead of time. I didn’t waste time driving around to look at every possible Honda Civic in the Denver metro area to make sure I was getting the bestest deal available. I picked something that was a good investment and just went with it. Even though the car was a lot of money, it was a REALLY good deal. So, anytime my mind tried to say, “Whoa, maybe we shouldn’t rush into this,” I just told it to cram it and enjoy the ride.
Somebody pour me a martini.