28 June 2006
In last week's Vent I set about to describe the thought processes that led up to Gwendolyn's arrival in my garage, and I think I did a creditable job of it, but there was one question I failed to anticipate, and I'm taking it on now: "Did you ever consider going down a class or two, back a year or two, or otherwise finding yourself something that could have been completely paid for by the insurance settlement?"
The answer is no, and the reason is this: I didn't want to be reminded, every time I got into the darn thing, of what I'd lost. Had I found another suitable 626, I would have wanted at least the Premium package, and maybe even the V6; going sideways and one level (or so) up might have cost me even more, but it keeps me out of yearn mode.
Perhaps I should thank Dr. Jan for planting the Lexus notion in my head to begin with; absurd as it sounded, it became more defensible the more I thought about it.Posted at 6:07 PM to Driver's Seat