Some days, when Mrs. Done by Forty leaves for work, I take my laptop into the bedroom, put the dogs out in the hallway, and I pull up my favorite site: Craigslist.
But, no, I don’t click on the personals or the dreaded casual encounters link. No, friends. I get off on something weird. What gets my engine running is a sleek, gently used, and maybe a little dirty….Subaru Outback.
You know what’s funny? We don’t even need a new car. Our trusted, 2006 Toyota Matrix, named Skoda (after a matching little red hatchback we drove on our honeymoon in Ireland) is still going like a champ. At only 115,000 miles, she rides just as well as when we bought her five years and fifty thousand miles ago, for only $6,700. (And in cash, too. Like, a stack of hundreds in the front pocket of my Levis, that I got to plop down on the table after we agreed on the price. And for ten brief seconds, I felt cool.)
So here are the great things about Skoda. For one, she’s a manual. This used to be pretty common but these