I had a Toyota Celica, a rather sporty car with a sunroof, the last standard shift we ever owned. I never considered my car as part of my identity, but I can’t deny that I loved driving it every day to teach kindergarten. I still love to drive but now it has nothing to do with my car. Good thing, although I’m rather proud of the 2004 Camry, with close to 180,000 miles, that takes me wherever I want to go.
I understand the desire for just the right car, but really!! Quick glance on the internet tells me that these BMW convertibles get between 20-37 MPG on the highway and go from $37,000 to $117,000. I don’t understand the desire to spend that kind of money on a car.
Why am I writing about this? Maybe nostalgia for my Celica days; maybe reassurance that I’m on the right track as far as leading the simple life; maybe disgust that such a car exists and that someone at this moment is negotiating for their ‘just for you’ BMW. Probably, all of the above.