I do, really, fear change.
Not pennies, nickels and dimes change - but real, actual, "your life shall be forever altered" change.
Case in point - my "ticka, ticka, TICKA, TICKA" car. I love it. Don't wanna part with it and about came to tears over the thought of getting rid of it for my replacement - Harry's beloved Gas Guzzling Charger.
So - we're not getting the Charger.
However, on Saturday we went to test-drive a black on black Chevy Trailblazer SS that boasts Onstar, duel (Harry just called to tell me that I mis-typed "duel" -it should be "dual" - but in my mind - I think the other spelling is MUCH more appropriate!) climate, heated seats and a tire inflater in the back. Not to mention an engine that's faster than my corvette.
It was heaven.
And, as one online mag put it: "If you must drive an SUV, might as well drive a fast one!"
I loved every single one of those 495 horsies under the hood and had mental images of me, zooming down Fifth Avenue and drawing admiring stares from the half-naked frat brats perched on the end of their tattered lawn chairs.
We drive around St. Albans - punching the gas at every green light and playing with the windows and seats when Harry looks at me: "Do you like it? I think it's great..."
I'm just about to open my mouth to sing the praises of the not-too-big SUV when he says this: "Yeah - I could drive this everyday... Think you could handle the Denali?"
I stop, smile and say: "Yup." Me and Jumbo - we go waaaaay back....
So I get a hand-me-down car - again. But seeing as how the last one was a white 'vette that made today, an otherwise dreary Monday, pretty darn cool - then it's all gooooooood.