It was an exciting day. He finally agreed to car shopping and two stops later, we were sold.
After a lifetime of waiting, Bob got his first new car and he so deserves it.
Friday night after I’d made hot dogs for dinner, I wandered into the living room and said, “Do you want to go shopping with me tomorrow?”
“What for?” he asked.
“A new car,” I answered.
Nothing more was said and I went to bed early.
I woke up Saturday morning just after six. By eight Bob was getting dressed to go out. I asked him where he was going. He said he thought I wanted to car shop.
I showered and we left the house around 8:45. We stopped at Sam’s to pick up a prescription and drove to a local Hyundai dealer. He had looked up the Elantra and found they were a good buy. But then he didn’t want to drive one. So I said I would. A few words later, he agreed to drive the car.
“It was bumpy”,’ he said.
“Look at the Accord”, I said. “Isn’t that what you want?”
Since I had a really bad experience with the Honda dealer next door a few years ago (don’t EVER buy a car from BALE. They are chauvinist good old boys who let a pregnant woman with a baby and her mother in tow WALK!), we drove to my favorite dealer in Conway. And we proceeded to buy our third Honda from them.
It looks good on him. He wouldn’t drive it to work last night, claiming it screamed ‘New’. So he’s waiting until there are tags on it. He’s chosen to have a vanity plate reading ‘STRWOLF’, Starwolf. He’s been using that moniker for web ID since before we met.
We can scratch the brand new car off his bucket list. He waited his entire life for this experience. Next, I have to get him to Scotland, his father’s birthplace.
I’m working on it. After all, I have Romania on my list!