It will probably trip my wife out to read this admission, but I can go ahead and put it out there: I'm "miserly" when it comes to money. This doesn't mean "cheap". Emphatically not. It just means that I put a bit too much security into hoarding money and spending it wisely. Since my wife has a Masters Degree In Internet Shopping, this inevitably leads to some "issues" if you will.
Case in point is (was) my choice of car. For years I was the consummate "I just need to get from Point A to Point B" guy when it came to choosing automobiles. I'm pushin' the Big 4-0. Until a few months ago, I'd only owned 3 cars in my entire life, beginning at age 16. You can do the math on your own, but it goes without saying that I value(d) reliability above all else. I'd much rather stash the $400 or so a month I'd be putting in a car into a mutual fund. This form of fiscal savvy worked well for me. While my friends were busy dropping half a paycheck on an Acura, I was stackin' enough chips to by my first home by the time I turned 24. I'm just sayin', AB knows savin' and investin'.
And then I got married.
Anyways, my most recent car (a mid 90's Honda Civic) was pushing 200,000 miles (yes, really) and when I got rear-ended by an illegal alien a couple of months ago (yes, I live-tweeted the whole ordeal), I knew it was time to
Again, need I remind you, I'm married.
After some heated discussions, I finally decided to "live a bit" (her words, not mine) and buy a nice car for a change. I did all my due diligence and decided on a Volkswagen CC[1], a lovely car that's fast as hell and loaded with goodies. I guess after all these years my wife finally talked some sense into me, because I love that car like I love a good cheese sammich on a Sunday morning. I don't regret the decision to not buy something less flashy (ie: another boring Honda), nor do I look back in retrospect at all the years I drove around in a bucket as a colossal waste. It is what it is.
I still don't necessarily agree with the adage that "you are what you drive". But some people do, as a pretty cool survey/article I recently read concludes.
Anyways, I guess I'll finish off this pointless Friday post by asking an equally pointless question.
Question: What kind of car do you drive? Do you think what you drive says something about who you are/your personality, or is a car simply a way to go from one place to another?
[1] Yes, that's it pictured above. Mine is black too. And yeah, it looks even more badass in person.
