Not ours, but mostly what it looked like:
|not my dad's actual car|
It had a manual transmission because we were not allowed to drive an automatic until we'd mastered a clutch.
My Dad is a genius. Now you see where I get it?
He's also humble. That trait skips a generation.
My first "toy" as an adult was a 1985 Buick Grand National. I freaking loved that car. The whoosh of the turbo...
|not my actual car|
Then I got pregnant. I gave up coolness and speed for poopy diapers and sore nipples.
Sorry, no pictures available.
A few years and one divorce later, I did get another toy. It was a 1968 Chevy Impala convertible. I called it Big Blue. I'm sure I have a picture somewhere, but I'm too lazy to go looking for it. No one ever accused me of being organized. But basically it looked like this:
|not my actual car|
Philly has always been a toy guy. He had toys when our kids were little. We were married at the time, but to other people, so I didn't get to partake in those toys.
He started with dirt bikes when he was a kid. Then he progressed to street bikes. Sport bikes. Fast bikes. And Philly was FAST. We would take a weekend and load up the Ducati and head to a track day where he could fly like an eagle and I could get a sunburn and wrinkles.
I rode a Ducati for a while too. Philly called me his Duckling. I definitely waddled more than soared. But it awesome while it lasted.
Philly in action:
Me looking for some action:
He also likes his cars...Porsche (pronounced por-shuh, NOT porsh--learn it; remember it), Corvette, Mercedes-Benz...he's had quite a few.
Lately we've been on a quest for a new toy. I have no idea how we ended up here, but we did.
Neither of us has ever owned a Ford. Neither of us thought we'd ever own a Ford. We found one that suits us both just fine.
We found this car locally. We usually have to venture out-of-state to buy the perfect car. We're weird like that. That's how we roll. But this one we found in our own backyard. It's a 2006 Mustang GT and we drove it off the lot with only 2900 miles.
You read that right.
An older gentleman ordered it new and passed away shortly thereafter. After years in the garage, his widow finally decided to let it go. I'm quite certain she will never read this post, but we will take very good care of this car. You needn't worry.
What does this have to do with Meat Loaf?
Paradise by the Dashboard Lights, baby. That's the first thing that went through my head when I mounted the 'Stang for the first time.
I love belting that song at the top of my lungs to the complete horror of my kids. Life doesn't get much better than that.
Parents aren't even supposed to know what that means!!!
And, finally, Mickey Mouse.
I'm not a fan of black leather interior. If this car had been plain black leather, it would have just been another car for me. I LOVE the red leather and I was completely drawn to this car. Then it dawned on my why.
It looks like Mickey Mouse. I love Mickey Mouse.
This car reminds me of the jacket Philly bought for me when we were dating. I pretty much knew he loved me at this point.
See the resemblance?
Well, there you have it. And I didn't think I had enough material to write this post.
So, what about toys? Do you (or your spouses) have an affinity for motorized toys?
Not that kind. There are other websites for that.
Paradise by Meat Loaf:
I gotta know right now! Do you love me? Will you love me forever??