Metal Meredith

Poor Poor Phil

Phil is looking for a new car. Not ‘new’ like new car smell and seats yet untainted by anyone’s butt cheeks, but ‘New to Him”. It isn’t to the point where a new car is necessary, but we really would be spoiled by having two cars that we both can drive and all 3 family members can ride in.

About a month ago, I told Phil that we should go ahead and look for a more reliable car than this one:

The truck has been good to us. It was a $1000 purchase that has far outlasted my lifespan prediction. Phil bought it to haul motorcycles like this one:

If nothing else, it was fun having everyone in town knowing Phil and his Nacho Cheese Truck. In fact, there have been many times that I can pick him out in a parking lot with no problems, tell someone exactly where to find us by looking for his car and Vivienne to watch for the “yellow truck’ to know when Daddy is home.

However, the truck leaks, the windshield wipers are working intermittently, the heat gave up a while ago and I am still unsure if it has a radio. So Phil and I started the great $1500 car search. He came up with a list of things he deemed important after checking out a few ads. He wanted something that was ‘kind of nice’ on the inside and I wanted something safe. Somewhere between then and now, my requirements stayed the same and Phil’s changed to be ‘something that has BMW on it’.

Now the price tag has increased from $1500 to $2500. The “reliable, safe car with a nice interior’ has morphed into ‘anything BMW (or something fun to drive.)”

If you happen to have a BMW sitting around without a home, please contact my poor husband who is in dire need of some manliness in the form of sexy Bavarian engineering.

PS. What we are trying to avoid is something like this: