NORMAN — Under normal circumstances, Hubby is methodical and cautious, particularly when he is behind the wheel of a car. In fact, he is probably tired of hearing “You drive like a grandpa.” This label is not only accurate, but has been the case long before the grandchildren were even a mote in the eye of God.
This is the same fellow who proposed two weeks after we met.
There are certain things which possess the power to cause a person to strap on a jet engine beneath his wings and move out of the “speed limit” comfort zone. In Hubby’s case, just mention the words “buy a new car” and he moves with the speed of light.
In five years, my little Lexus Lite (aka Toyota Avalon) has racked up nearly 150,000 miles. Of course when it comes to Toyotas, that mileage would be the equivalent of a teenager in human terms. But just like a teenager, the car was beginning to demand more and more money. This was probably the car’s retaliation for making it work beyond the normal 20 or 30 minute.
Over the past several months the signs of car fever were beginning to pop up. The casual mention “I stopped by the dealership today, but they didn’t have any Avalon in stock.” Then there was the appearance of new car catalogs accompanied by the innocent question. “Which color do you like?”
The most recent Hubby comment was quite creative. “We need to jack up your car and run a new one under it.” Then Lexus Lite demanded, in a high squealing voice, a new pair of brake shoes. Just for the heck of it, I asked for and received their best quote on the new Avalon and showed it to jet-pack Hubby.
As it happens he had a day off which means he cooks dinner. When I arrived home, he mentioned seeing the new Avalon. Dessert that evening came in the form of a casual “They’re open until 9 o’clock, do you want to go get the car?”