Out with the old:
And in with the new (to me):
As much fun as the Corvette has been, it’s time to move on. On to something bigger, more practical, and more dog friendly. I love my dogs, but family trips aren’t nearly as much fun when they involve two 50-pound dogs in your lap.
While I will miss the cool factor that comes with driving a ‘vette, I will NOT miss having to buy the high-octane gas, having to inch over speed bumps and out of parking lots to avoid dragging, and being blinded by every oncoming car because you are at eye level with their headlights.
The Tahoe wasn’t my first choice, but it’ll serve its purpose for the time being. I still want an H3, but I don’t want a car payment. We bought the Tahoe for something for me to drive until Hubs gets a few things on the ‘vette fixed and gets it sold. It’s paid for, so that will be cash in-hand. Then…THEN…I will finally have what I want. I am 30 years old and have never picked out my own car. Next time, I have the say-so. If I decide I want my H3 painted pink with purple polka dots, by golly, that’s what I will have.
Who wants to buy a Corvette?
You know you want to.