Hasta La Vista, Baby!

Today was a sad, sad day in Dave's life. His pride and joy, his 5th baby, if you will, went to a new owner today. It was actually bittersweet to see the BMW go, even though I didn't think I'd care. Dave loves cars, not just any cars, primarily BMW's. When he bought his car almost 3 years ago he looked and researched for months and held out until he found one that had everything he wanted; color, engine, transmission (is that the same thing?), style, year, etc. It was LOVE at first sight with him and when he brought it home, even I, not a car afficionado, had to agree that it was truly a gorgeous car to behold. But unfortunately, not near as practical as it was pretty to look at.

If we were empty-nesters it would be a great car to have, but the reality is we have like 14 kids and it didn't make sense to to have a full-blown sports car that fits 2 people comfortably, and looked down right silly with two car-seats in back. I will admit, it was really fun to ride in (without kids) and Dave even got the chance to race it on a track in Vegas. But, if I'm being honest, I always worried just a little bit that one day he'd get in a wreck in it because it was so fun to go fast. Ironically, I'm the one with the most speeding tickets, but I drive a bohemoth car! Okay, so it's not a bus, but it sure feels like one when I have it full of my kids and their friends! I never did learn to fully appreciate Dave's car. I can count the number on two hands (in three years) that I drove it, and every time I did he had to put it in "Old Lady" mode because I could never drive it quite right. It really was a guy car...and I always felt self-conscious because LOTS of guys would always look at it and there I was driving in old lady mode.

But still, I feel for Dave. Being the only guy in a house full of chicks he deserves to have something just for him, that is off-limits to all us girls...like the lawnmower or something. But since that probably won't be as fun as his baby was, I have no doubt that he will one day own his dream car again...and that no car seat or booster will ever grace the back seat! I am so proud of Dave anyway, for deciding to sell his mid-life crisis car that he bought 10-years premature.

So long Beemer, I won't miss the peel-out marks on my driveway, the ridiculous cost of repairs and oil changes, me worrying on snowy days, the goofy tiptronic shifting (I used to call it techtronic, which made Dave laugh), the premium gas, pricey insurance, or most of all, the payment.