nice car…business must be good…68 Chevelle, you’ve got to be kidding…the 67 was the last good looking Chevelle they made and the 66/67’s could outrun the 68’s and up
Yeah yeah yeah. The husband wanted a ’67. I wanted a ’72. This was based on our deciding that the Chevelle would be a good soccer mom muscle car. That was our first mistake.
We both love the Chevelle—she’s one classy broad. But the husband’s a Camaro man and I’m a total Mustang whore, and we both found ourselves reluctant to sink the restoration money into the Chevelle. And, quite frankly, who wants to drive around with Chevy’s 307 purring like a gutless kitten under the hood?
And then we saw the new baby. (I think her name is Tink) We discussed it to death. (Let’s just say that we can get the Mustang, but if we don’t sell the Chevelle Uncle Sam will be muy unhappy come tax time.) And it certainly helped that the auction ended at 1:30 in the morning when only insane people are awake. :crazy:
And it has FM. And the original tape deck, which is good. AM radio sucks, my friends.
Okay, on the one hand, lol, I LOVE Fords. Something about all that power….
On the other, what the HELL is this–>:cheesy:
LOL, I typed in a typical smile and it came out with this sombrero wearing little :censor: I never thought I’d find myself being PC, but good lord, who’s idea was THAT? Why not put a little leaf blower on him too, while we’re at it? LOL!
Sorry, Shan, it was too weird not to rant.
Smooches!
Dee
But to understand, you only need to know one thing: I have a degree in environmental studies. Well, okay, that’s not enough. I have two kids and we live in Pennsylvania where we get ice storms and sometimes decent snow in the winter, so the convertible isn’t practical and I can’t afford a summer car and a winter car.
Actually, I can’t afford a new car at all, so it doesn’t even really matter, does it?
Hubby wants a Corvette. But he has a ’59 MGA, so how many 2-seater convertibles does a man need? (Yes, I hear him whispering “two” in my ear.)
Well, technically, before we got the Chevelle—actually even now—I don’t have a “real” car. When my husband and their partner started their business, it was quickly made clear that they couldn’t work out of the husband’s truck. But things can be tight for new businesses. My Focus was paid off, so I offered it up as a trade in on a van. Well, a year later it’s time to draw out what the company owed me—the trade in value on the Focus. In the meantime I’ve been driving the truck, and I hate the access cab. When the front and back doors open in opposite directions—like suicide doors, you’d be surprised at the number of times your kid or your groceries are on the wrong side.
So anyway. I didn’t see the point in using it as a down payment for a $300+ car payment while an almost $400/month truck sat idle in the driveway. But I wanted something to bomb around in during the summer with better gas mileage than the truck. (Those familiar with the ’68 Chevelle may now laugh your asses off. Go ahead. I’ll wait.)
So we decided on a toy car for the summer, and I’ll drive the truck in the winter. :nod: And we don’t have another car payment. :baby: The Chevelle turns out to need a bit more money sunk into it than we thought. Which would be fine if it was the car of my heart. I love her, but not soul mate love her. I was born a Pony girl. But if Caroline doesn’t meet her reserve, the husband’s already scheming on how to keep her without pissing off the IRS come April. :baby:
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You are deeply unsafe… :rofl:
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And that is why I avoid the cars section on ebay :lmao:
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:lmao:
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Ebay instead of working…GASP! :whip:
Congrats! That’s some toy!
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ROAD TRIP!:lmao:
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nice car…business must be good…68 Chevelle, you’ve got to be kidding…the 67 was the last good looking Chevelle they made and the 66/67’s could outrun the 68’s and up
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Yeah yeah yeah. The husband wanted a ’67. I wanted a ’72. This was based on our deciding that the Chevelle would be a good soccer mom muscle car. That was our first mistake.
We both love the Chevelle—she’s one classy broad. But the husband’s a Camaro man and I’m a total Mustang whore, and we both found ourselves reluctant to sink the restoration money into the Chevelle. And, quite frankly, who wants to drive around with Chevy’s 307 purring like a gutless kitten under the hood?
And then we saw the new baby. (I think her name is Tink) We discussed it to death. (Let’s just say that we can get the Mustang, but if we don’t sell the Chevelle Uncle Sam will be muy unhappy come tax time.) And it certainly helped that the auction ended at 1:30 in the morning when only insane people are awake. :crazy:
And it has FM. And the original tape deck, which is good. AM radio sucks, my friends.
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Oh, sweet lord, what a beautiful car. My Daddy’s vehicular passion roars up big when I see muscle cars, lol. Ain’t nothin’ like a classic Ford.
So, should we be happy or sad for you? LOL!
Smooches!
Dee
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It’s blue!
X
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:baby: But, but….where’s mine?
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I can’t escape blue vehicles, X. :rofl:
And it’s definitely a happy occasion. The Chevelle doesn’t have cup holders like the Mustang does, and I’ve had no place to keep my Dunkin Donuts.
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Dee says: “Ain’t nothin’ like a classic Ford”
Yeah, especially a modern one.
Actually, I’m trying to decide between a 2005 Mustang convertible and a Toyota Highlander Hybrid for my next car.
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Ummm…are you kidding me? An 05 Mustang convertible or a Hybrid?
Well, to cast my vote, I’ll just post a link to a former blog post of mine:
https://shannonstacey.com/2005/04/07/orgasm-on-wheels/
:thumb:
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CLEARLY, Shan’s too busy cruising the streets to blog with us this morning….
where’s our DD? huh?
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Okay, on the one hand, lol, I LOVE Fords. Something about all that power….
On the other, what the HELL is this–>:cheesy:
LOL, I typed in a typical smile and it came out with this sombrero wearing little :censor: I never thought I’d find myself being PC, but good lord, who’s idea was THAT? Why not put a little leaf blower on him too, while we’re at it? LOL!
Sorry, Shan, it was too weird not to rant.
Smooches!
Dee
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I dunno, Dee….but suddenly I want a margarita…..
:cheesy:
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I’m so jealous!! Beautifull!:cheer:
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I’m home honeeeeyyyy.
See now if I’d been in CT I could’ve talked you out of bidding on that baby. Just kidding of course– I bought my husband a Miata on ebay.
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Nice car.
My dream car is a ’76 hard top convertible Corvette, red with leather interior. SIGH
Ebay huh? Wonder what hubby would say if I won something like that? Probably :wtf:
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I know! I think it’s hilarious. :lmao:
But to understand, you only need to know one thing: I have a degree in environmental studies. Well, okay, that’s not enough. I have two kids and we live in Pennsylvania where we get ice storms and sometimes decent snow in the winter, so the convertible isn’t practical and I can’t afford a summer car and a winter car.
Actually, I can’t afford a new car at all, so it doesn’t even really matter, does it?
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Hubby wants a Corvette. But he has a ’59 MGA, so how many 2-seater convertibles does a man need? (Yes, I hear him whispering “two” in my ear.)
Well, technically, before we got the Chevelle—actually even now—I don’t have a “real” car. When my husband and their partner started their business, it was quickly made clear that they couldn’t work out of the husband’s truck. But things can be tight for new businesses. My Focus was paid off, so I offered it up as a trade in on a van. Well, a year later it’s time to draw out what the company owed me—the trade in value on the Focus. In the meantime I’ve been driving the truck, and I hate the access cab. When the front and back doors open in opposite directions—like suicide doors, you’d be surprised at the number of times your kid or your groceries are on the wrong side.
So anyway. I didn’t see the point in using it as a down payment for a $300+ car payment while an almost $400/month truck sat idle in the driveway. But I wanted something to bomb around in during the summer with better gas mileage than the truck. (Those familiar with the ’68 Chevelle may now laugh your asses off. Go ahead. I’ll wait.)
So we decided on a toy car for the summer, and I’ll drive the truck in the winter. :nod: And we don’t have another car payment. :baby: The Chevelle turns out to need a bit more money sunk into it than we thought. Which would be fine if it was the car of my heart. I love her, but not soul mate love her. I was born a Pony girl. But if Caroline doesn’t meet her reserve, the husband’s already scheming on how to keep her without pissing off the IRS come April. :baby: