Last month, while I was in the UK, some felonious driver came barreling into the side of my 17-year-old car, wrecking it. I loved that car, and had planned on driving it another 17 years. But my insurance company (Geico) was wonderful. They cut me a check and gave me a rental. A very nice, sensible rental. Just the kind of car I might reasonably buy next.
I tried to be sensible, really I did. I thought about it long and hard (at least an hour). But how could I resist a car that matches my tree?
It’s love, again.