The past few days I've been really nostalgic about getting a new car and letting my old one go. I've been reflecting on all of the good times I've had with my little Veronica. We've been on so many adventures up and down this state, that it makes me a little sad to give her up. Even though it's bittersweet, I know the person who ends up with her is going to get some much needed use out of her. And in return, I'm going to have something I've always wanted. A convertible. I decided I'd rather spend half of what a newer used car would cost and stick with something that was like-new despite being 13 years old. The Camaro may only be two years newer than my precious Veronica was, but it only has 31,000 miles on it. No, that's not a typo. The miles are low. I was patient, so I got it for a great deal, it's coming from someone I know, and I'm super excited to have a sporty vehicle. I'm not planning on racing around town in it, but I'm excited to treat myself to something "new". So, without further ado, here is my new addition!
|Ain't she purdy.|
I picked her up on Saturday and drove her into town with the top down! I was thrilled. Seriously, I'm so stoked that I don't even have an inkling of buyers' remorse. Not to mention I cannot wait to cruise over to the shoreline. HMB here I come!