Ah HAH! I did it! He doesn’t know it yet, but I DID IT!
I secretly convinced my husband to buy the car I WANTED and made him think HE WAS THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF IT! HAHAHAHA! (evil laugh continues for quite some time….) (and continues…)
Here’s my Mazda adventure, part 1.
It all started with a gay make-up designer named Lawrence, in Iowa….
Imagine a Theatre on a Campus in the Wild Corn Fields of Iowa. It’s the early 90s, and green cars hadn’t been seen ANYWHERE since 1978, except on Jags.And then it appeared. All glorious, boxy, 4 doors of it (I was the kid who always had to climb into the back seat of a two-door car… NEVER AGAIN!), in lovely “Tropic Emerald.” Lawrence and his sensible-beautiful foreign car. The perfect man and the perfect car. Mazda Protege… mmm… My life would never be the same.
Well, needless to say, I instantly fell in love, graduated from college (well, not so instantly there) and bought the exact same car, brand new. I added cruise control (I always was a wanderer, but a smart one) and drove it straight, for 10 years! I WORSHIPPED my Tropic Emerald Mazda Protege. Especially in the waning years, when it was fully paid for.
Then I met a boy.
A boy with a finer, sensible, more beautiful, newer foreign car. Infiniti I35 … (God, it even had a better name!) One with leather heated seats, a kick-buttonger stereo system (natch), a slick black paint job and — gulp! — a I-don’t-even-want-to-think-about-it price tag.
But alas.. my husband is a pikey (that means el cheapo, in Brit-speak), so occasionally I am confused by his outlay of big cash. For me, spending $$$ on anything which instantly loses value doesn’t make a lot of sense. But my husband has a BIG BRAIN and often right about these things.
BIG HEART vs BIG BRAIN
There was one thing I was really certain about in my gut. Something that didn’t require BIG BRAIN.
Mazda = SOLID.
Mazda = Sexy, well-built cars with responsive/fuel efficent engines (ie… ZOOM ZOOM!!).
Mazda = longevity. And longevity = cash in bank.
But a car– that’s boy stuff right? You got to let him think it’s his thing. So I had to let him figure it out himself.
Anyhoo… I guess it worked, because a dozen or so soaring reviews and one fine looking specimen later and we are both glowing. Guess what he gets:
- Bose Stereo system with MP3 adapter
- Leather heated seats
- Security system
- ABS and DSC (dynamic stability control) and some other three- and four-letter goodies
What do I get? hahaha! I get my Mazda. And trust me… If I let him drive it, in a few months, I’ll have a converted husband.
We girls are so smart!