Say goodbye to the “Christian Cruiser.”
Yes, the ’89 Prelude Scott bought in high school went bye-bye today. Iffy air-conditioning, the Bondo-ed exterior and all 173,000 original miles — sold for the bargain price of $400 to the friend of our neighbor.
I think it was bittersweet for Scott. Truly, he’s had that car longer than he’s had me.
But…all for the best. Scott gets my Accord and I get the new wheels (again). There is no justice in the world for the working man.
Still, there is a slight trade-off.
Scott will be driving a comfy, if slightly-used, sedan.I, on the other hand, have bargained away my last fleeting claim to youth for an option-packed, super-safe, ultra-practical Mom Wagon Supreme.
Yes, it’s a minivan. Sigh.
But the dying protests of my former self aside, I’m actually looking forward to driving it. I just have to file my misgivings right next to the ones I slogged through on my 30th birthday.
I’m hoping a CD changer and moon roof will help…
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