I love cars. I've always loved cars. I can sing in my car and nobody bitches about the noise. I can eat whatever I want in my car and nobody tells me to taste it before I salt it.

What's important to me in a car? Color. Cup holders. Cubby holes. And it's gotta drive like a dream. I was offered a used Boxster S, white with full red leather interior at an incredible price. Bob loved it. All the guys loved it. And I admit, it handled brilliantly. But ..... the cup holders were crap.

Both Bob and the dealer (a long time friend) looked at me in stunned disbelief. "You'd turn down a deal like this because you don't like the cup holders," Ryan asked.
Bob made a face. "Look I want you to get what you want but this is a great car! It's a Porsche! I love this car. Look at that leather. It's a classic. We could both drive it."

"Nope. I need good cup holders. Besides you and I can not share a car and you know it."
"Why not?" Bob asked, astonished.
"Because the last time we got burgers you were
worried I'd get salt on your seat."
"What???"
"He'll let you salt your burger in the car, right Bob?" Ryan interjected hopefully.
"SHE DOES ANYWAY! DO YOU THINK SHE LISTENS TO ME!"
At this point I felt like Bob was getting much too excited so it was only fair for me to finish this off with the final deal killer.
"Besides the dash lights aren't red" I told them.
They stood there looking at each other, slack jawed till Bob told Ryan and the other fellas who had gathered round, "See? This is what I have to deal with. She's nuts!" Being men they all agreed.





After exhausting that dealers car supply we went on to our other dealer. Also good friends of ours. Now for some reason all these guys were determined to get me into a 4 seater. I was equally determined NOT to get into a 4 seater. I wanted a sports car! They thought they'd found the perfect car after oh.....3 hours or so. They were tired and worn down. I was happy as a clam chomping down doughnuts and drinking coffee.


They brought out this indigo blue Porsche. They'd had the thing for almost 2 years and desperately wanted to move it so I admit they did offer a mighty sweet deal and even offered to throw in 2 years extra warranty. It was a 2002, I think. Again, lousey cup holders. And again Bob was aghast because he had come "this close" to owning a great little Porsche for cheap. But HULLO! Bad cup holders. Not red. No red dash lights. NO DEAL!

While the men were busy busting their humps trying to agree on a good car for me I meandered back to the maintenance section to visit Gilberto. I love him. He's the cutest! He cleans and polishes those cars till even the worst car looks like gleaming ice. And lo and behold....there she was. The car of my dreams. I climbed inside. Not great cup holders but certainly acceptable. And red dash lights!

Bob had to think it over for two weeks. All the while both dealers were frantically trying to come up with more of a power car that would be acceptable. I even looked at Coopers. Very cute and red dash lights too. But the Audi TT owned my heart. And no matter what they showed me, I came back to the Audi. Yesterday we brought her home. I'm happy and the guys are all on valium so they'll feel better soon.