The Year of a Thousand Cars

Cravens like cars. More than liking cars, we like changing cars.

Dx talks about cars, he dreams about cars. I catch him researching cars on-line and if he's absent for a few hours, you can bet he's probably at the car lot test driving cars.

When I was 16 I started begging people who were 18 to take me to test drive cars. I had boyfriends with fun cars, I worked at Automart and I went to car shows. Before I met Dx I picked out and bought my first car "with my own money" (having sold the cars Dad gave me because I am spoiled.) It was a 1966 Mustang, pale green. I had the breaks updated and taught myself how to fix things like ignition starters, locks and windows. I don't know much about what happens under the hood, but I know how to check a car for previous accidents and what the pings in the engine mean (they're bad.)

The day I met Dx I lured him away from the other girls by inviting him to come check out my new car. He had also bought a new car that week -- his Honda S2000, which is kind of a car-guy's car.

Dx has had lots of cars. See if you can figure out the pattern: Honda DelSol, Mazda Miata, Honda S2000, Porsche 911. He says he likes fast cars, I say he likes cars that Minnie Mouse would be proud to drive.

Before we got married, Dx bought me a BMW 330i. When we got back from Europe, we had had it with mini cars, so we bought the FJ Cruiser "for Tahoe". Then I became too fat and pregnant to lift my bulk into the FJ, so I bought a Prius. I almost accidentally sold my Prius, but I got to keep it.

Dx bought the Porsche because it's a "family car" which means it has a back seat, for a parapalegic. When he sells this, who knows what he will buy?

I have found just the car for him.

It meets nearly all the qualifications:

1) It's a hot color.

2) It's unique

3) Minnie Mouse would love it.

Wait for it

wait for it

It's an Amigo, I think. Pretty, very masculine.