When the right lady comes along, you do whatever you can to get her, amirite?
I impulsively sold my car earlier this year, and we've successfully survived as a one-car family since then. Of course it helps that Ben has no need for a car most weeks, but we were in the market for another car in case the right one came along... Boy, did it ever! Isn't she beautiful? The six-speed turbo, leather interior, and dual moon roofs are my favorite aspects. But I also just like looking at this pretty car and knowing that it's mine. Maybe that sounds dumb and materialistic, and it is, but when you're going to own something for a long time, what's bad about just plain LIKING it?