So, the hunt for the perfect sports car was not an idea of my own, oh no, its much deeper than that, because this isn’t my little itch. In fact, when my wife announced to me a month or so ago that she was having a need for speed, I was a little shocked to say the very least, because my wife, not unlike me, for the most part, drives the speed limit, her……… usually below it for some strange reason. This all begins with a long talk between us, you know the kind, “Honey, we need to talk…”. I was thinking if there been anything that I should be worried about, but after 5 seconds I decided I was clean. She began by reminding me that on or around our anniversary at the end of March this year I mentioned to her that she needed a newer car because the time was coming that her poor Suzuki was about to have some serious cash thrown at it for brakes, some engine work, and some serious electronic issues, nothing that would lead to a better sales return on the vehicle later. She told me then that she didn’t want another small suv, it needed to be something different. The conversation, I thought, had been dismissed and forgotten. Way wrong answer! The following weekend she announces that she no longer wants to drive a “mommy car” since all of the kids are grown now, well, with the exception of my son who will be 14 in August. Her justifications didn’t end there, she states I have a big suv for the family so we don’t need two suvs any longer, so she wants a Camaro. WTF? How in the hell did a Camaro get into the whole equation!!!!!!
I’ll tell y’all exactly how, she wanted a sports car, a slick modern sports car, one for us to tour around in without kids, go places in, and for her to drive the whole three miles to work and then back. Sounds legit, right? So, she agreed, she’s getting a Camaro, yes, she agreed to it. She spent an enormous amount of time, investing many hours finding the perfect Camaro. When she located a handful of Camaros to look for, we set off a few Saturdays ago to go “shopping”. And no, there were no other options, she wanted a Camaro, period. We went to the first place, our local Chevrolet dealer, had discussions with the sales person, and finally we headed for contestant #1. In front of us sat a decked out white exterior, black leather interior, shiny rims, V6, 2014 Camaro. Because, that’s why, this is what she shopped so diligently for. First of all, it was hard to get into a car that is mere inches from off the ground for a person with jacked up knees. Have I ever mentioned I’m 6’7″? Anyway, I was chose to drive it because I’m the man. What a dumb ass reason to be chosen to test drive a car. After getting in, setting the mirrors, and so for I began the drive, just me and my wife, out for a “spin” First of all, I was very disappointed in the car overall because it has mega blind spots, a squatty cabin area, and it accelerated like a bicycle built for two. WTF Chevy! Anyway, the whole ride was me biting my tongue because this is what she wanted, I wasn’t going to rain on her parade. Fortunately, she announced that she wasn’t going to get a Camaro after all, she said she could see “it” in my face from the moment I had to get down on my hands and knees to get into the car, all the way over the whole drive, and again trying to get out of the damn thing. Believe me, the car is slick looking, I’ll give it points for that. A car of that nature needs more than a pussy V6 in my opinion.
On our way out a shiny red 2014 Mustang Coupe caught her eye. We stop to check it out, which it was sharp as well, reminds me of the ’65 Mustang Fastback. Maybe its just me. So, we ask to test drive it, we are ablidged, and away we go. I had the complete opposite reaction to this car, and not knowing so at the time, I was beginning to like it, allot. This V6 did not disappoint, not in any regards, not in any way at all. Upon our return, we got to talking about the color, about the packages (have I ever mentioned my wife is a Google abuser?) Plus, we had driven by other dealerships, at about 105, and she claims she spotted some other cars she wants to check out. On this list was including a 2015 Dodge Challenger SXT, a bit out of my price range, but what the hell, why not. For you techy car types out there, yes this the one that has the 6.2L Supercharged V8 tucked under the hood. We were not allowed to drive this one by ourselves though. OMFG! Daddy likes! I was allowed to drive it like I stole it too, I signed a waiver prior stating my insurance would pay for it if I wrecked it and or pay any tickets I might get. I called my insurance, I was told sure, we cover it all, have fun. Fun? I will only say that yes, it hauls some serious ass, no I didn’t get a ticket, yes it was a 49 minute test drive, no I didn’t wreck it, yes I think I made my wife and the 20 year old salesman wet themselves a little. I’m just saying……… However, it was challenging getting in and out of this car as well, but I could make do. I will own a Challenger SRT Hellcat when they hit Houston, I started saving my pennies on that day.
Alas, the day concluded at dusk, we drove some great cars and some crap cars, and one or two really bad ass cars, but we didn’t buy anything, my wife hasn’t made up he mind, so, I figure I’m either safe or screwed at this point, I didn’t try to make it about me, but hey, I was the chosen one to test drive all these cars, why the hell not have a little fun while doing it. As the week passes my wife gets more and more depressed, one by one each one of her “choices” were being sold. It was a rough week for both of us, I had to sleep with her. Early this last Saturday morning I woke her but up early because I did a little hunting the night before and I think I found a suitable substitute for all the ones she saw before that are now distant memories rolling down some highway with someone else behind the wheel. Too dramatic? We ended up out in the sticks, Conroe Texas, where I called ahead to make sure this sweet Mustang was still available. When we pulled into the lot her eyes lit up like a twelve year old girl getting the all new Easy Bake over, it was beautiful seeing her all lit up like that. After a nice test drive, it was time to deal, we have a budget that cannot be deviated from for no reason, not even a penny. Needless to say, they hit the budget, actually below it, which makes me very happy, and my wife got her 2014 Ford Mustang V6 Coupe, so she is still as giggly as a twelve year old girl. Which, in the end is what it is all about, I love seeing my wife so happy she cant contain herself. What’s the old adage, “if mommas’ happy……… everyone is happy”? It’s true, y’all know it and I know it. But, wait, did I get a new car? Not yet, that day will come, not any time soon I’m sure, but it will come one day. Meanwhile I can have fun in her little beast in disguise. She even told me she will “let” me drive it. I think I will “let” her give my son and I curbside service for the ZZ Top concert this coming Saturday. If I cant be a rock star maybe I can just arrive like a wannabe! I will be sure to follow up on the concert sometime next week. And, as well, if we have any adventures in the Mustang that deem worthy of sharing, I will try to remember to write about it all.
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