I thought I’d add a little humor today, but seriously this is my dream car, someday I’ll get one even if it is 2020 and the car was made in 1999:
What is one to do when trying to get out of debt and saddled with a crappy, hated, but paid-for 1999 Ford Contour? I feel the foolishness of my ways even more acutely when I drive past my dream vehicle everyday. I see it everywhere, in every driveway, parked on the streets as I walk past, it seems as if everyone owns the car of my dreams but me. Everyday I drive by the dealership and see them lined up in rows calling to me. They taunt me, telling me if only I had been smart and saved instead of spent, one of them could be mine.
Oh Subaru Forester how I covet thee. For Ten years I’ve dreamed of the day that you might be mine! Instead I drive on by, cringing at each small bump in the road as my Contour bounces none too lightly along.
*Sigh*, but alas it is not meant to be. Even an act of God against the Contour will not make you mine, darn PLPD.