BMW, Mercedes, Bentley, Rolls, Porsche, Lamborghini, Ferrari...the wheels upon which many automotive fantasy turn, but not for the Fortuitous Housewife.
My dream car certainly isn't a mini-van -- I got weepy just driving to the car dealer to look at the boxes on wheels -- but my car dreams are still relatively modest.
The week after college graduation I started shopping for my first car (one I didn't have to share with the family). My parents had lots of advice about what I should look for, but I was determined to find the car of my dreams...a Super Beetle Convertible.
I had a fairly limited budget, and my always supportive folks tried to temper my enthusiasm, both of them feeling fairly certain I wouldn't be able to find my "dream ride" for what I had to spend, but once again I proved them wrong!
This was a bit before the internet, Cars.com or Craig's List, if you were looking to buy a used car you got yourself the newspaper classifieds and a red marker (just like in the movies!) and starting circling prospects, making calls and crossing off the losers.
Well I did it! Just two short weeks after graduation I pulled into my parents driveway, happily (and a bit smugly) sitting in my new (to me) 1973 orange (with a black top) Super Beetle Convertible.
My dream car certainly isn't a mini-van -- I got weepy just driving to the car dealer to look at the boxes on wheels -- but my car dreams are still relatively modest.
The week after college graduation I started shopping for my first car (one I didn't have to share with the family). My parents had lots of advice about what I should look for, but I was determined to find the car of my dreams...a Super Beetle Convertible.
I had a fairly limited budget, and my always supportive folks tried to temper my enthusiasm, both of them feeling fairly certain I wouldn't be able to find my "dream ride" for what I had to spend, but once again I proved them wrong!
This was a bit before the internet, Cars.com or Craig's List, if you were looking to buy a used car you got yourself the newspaper classifieds and a red marker (just like in the movies!) and starting circling prospects, making calls and crossing off the losers.
Well I did it! Just two short weeks after graduation I pulled into my parents driveway, happily (and a bit smugly) sitting in my new (to me) 1973 orange (with a black top) Super Beetle Convertible.
Unfortunately, I have no pictures of my beloved Bug, but this one serves as a lovely example.
She was by no means perfect -- her breaks were always questionable, the clutch cable loved to snap at the most inopportune times, and she was no climber (hills were a major struggle, often surmounted at a mere 5-10 mph) -- but she was a glorious ride up PCH on a sunny CA Sunday afternoon, heading to Gladstones for margaritas & chowder.
We eventually parted ways (an evil boyfriend convinced me I need to buy his newer used car!), I still miss her, and often say that someday I will be reunited with a 1973 Super Beetle, someday, and I will never part with that dear buggy.
Then, a few weeks ago, while strolling around Beacon Hill on an architectural tour, I spotted this gem...
As others strolled by, barely giving her a glance, I had to stopped and admire her simple perfection, and take a few snaps.
So what piece of your youthful, carefree, pre-Momming days do you dream of, long for, hope to have again?
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