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Here is my funny story for tonight. When my husband was alive, one of the things that I hated to do was shop for cars. He LOVED the process. When it was time to get a car the thing would take a year. Entire weekends devoted to it. Hours on the computer. Newspaper ads analyzed. Then, a strategy decided on. When the moment finally arrived and he was ready to get the best deal he could he would pretty much throw himself on the hood of the desired car declare his love and claim no amount of money is too great for this sweet ride. Anyway, I rally hated looking at cars. After he died I had to get a car, walked in bought one in five minutes. Here is the irony. I bought a Volvo. On my first service visit, I had a ride in the shuttle. The drivers name was Rick. Nice guy, handsome. Got my whole widow story, with attempt to rebuild life from me. Now, I was too new to be looking at that time. He was very kind to me when I needed kind. But, I kept going in using the shuttle and after about two years in a very gentlemanly manner he asked me out. Coming up now one year eight months later still going. Here is the funny part, today we went out to look at cars. 3 stinking car lots. You know something? I was happier then a pig in shit. To have this opportunity , is more then I ever thought I would have again. I have no idea how this will end. He was married for 30 years, had a painful divorce, in no hurry. But , I had a blast today. I am grateful for this do over. I will never take a happy moment for granted.

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Comment by IndiaKai on May 17, 2014 at 6:10pm

Hi Paula - I get this.  My husband was a gear head. Loved working on hot rods, go to the local hot rod shows, very much into Nascar, and getting a new car was a HUGE ordeal.  I think it took a year for him to decide on the Tahoe we bought in 2008.  I rolled my eyes everytime we bounced from car lot to car lot looking at different models and years. One had too many miles, one didn't have a tow package, one didn't have the right engine, one didn't have the right options, not the right color, yadda yadda yadda....oooommmmgggg.  

Now... I really miss it! 

Comment by Paula on May 15, 2014 at 2:45pm

laurajay, the car came with a 5 year/ 50,000 mile repair/upkeep plan and I was so car ignorant the I would go into the dealership every 5 thousand miles for service or oil changes like clockwork in fear that I would somehow mess up my warranty if I did not. I just did not like to sit at the dealership while they were working on my car. I traded in a PT Cruiser for my Volvo. My husbands car was a Volvo with over 200,000 miles on it. I STILL am using the service even tho my man friend no longer works there.

Comment by laurajay on May 15, 2014 at 2:16pm

 Delightful.  Men and cars.  lol.  I have always only cared that the car was  clean, good smelling and had a spare tire.  Very curios as to why for two years you kept riding the shuttle at the dealership?  getting car repairs?            My husband's PT Cruiser which I found for him online at a great price was a deal...need to sell that car now to pay rising property taxes.  I think a lot of us married a long time have many many car tales to tell  Hope the continued tale you are telling brings happy results long term for you, Paula.

Comment by MissingRKK on May 15, 2014 at 9:58am

What a happy, lovely story! Thank you for sharing it. My husband loved cars, too. I can recognize and name almost any car from a distance, thanks to him. Never gave cars a minutes thought before we were together. I used to tease him/scold him for taking up my brain space with car trivia. I have been wanting to trade in the car I have now. We bought it when Ron was sick and we knew I would need a car for carpooling when I became a solo parent after he died. I think we confused the car dealer because we were so blase about it all. Neither one of us cared much about the car, we just knew it was practical, knew exactly how much we could spend, and we were so wacked out of our minds that the whole process had some sick humor in it. I realized the other day that it makes no sense for me to change cars right now but I am amused when I can use some of the endless car trivia that Ron taught me. Hugs to you, Paula! Enjoy the ride!

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