I’m not one to brag about getting a car – I’ll brag about a whole LOT of other stuff (lol!) but I don’t want to seem ostentatious or showy. Truth be told, we always buy pre-owned cars. My hubby John really could and should have a career/side hustle as a “personal shopper” for people needing cars, appliances, mortgages. Basically anything most of us HATE shopping for, he LOVES … and is exceptionally good at doing so.
Anyway, for multiple reasons, John has had a hard time driving certain makes and models of cars during- and post-pandemic. There are some vibrational frequencies that really mess with his equilibrium, but I’ve been the beneficiary of his automotive experiments the past few years, which has been rather fun. Like trying on shoes. But bigger. With wheels. And made of metal.
That said, about a week ago, we passed a Lincoln Corsair on the street, and I said, “Wow! That’s pretty!” I’m not one to really express strong opinions about cars, so, when John heard that, his head was on a swivel. “Really? Tell me more? What do you like about it?”
Flash forward, and here we are. Me the proud owner of a (gently) used Corsair, chosen by/for me by my loving hubby. I’m quite thrilled with it for multiple reasons that you can likely intuit here, but mostly because of John’s joy and care in finding it for me.
I never thought I’d own a white car – my mother’s colorful commentary about white cars rings in my ears – but it’s technically something called “ceramic pearl,” which all I can figure means it looks white or gray or green or speckled-y or any number of other hues when the light strikes it just so. Kind of a “mood car.” And since I’m color blind, that seems rather apropos!
