skibigsky's Diaryland Diary

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Another car?!?

Gah. The spouse is looking at cars.

Again.

Yes. He just bought the Miata (resulting in our oh-so-exciting trip to Santa Cruz and back). But the Miata is not ‘track-able’; i.e. he can’t use it for road racing. And when he does go to the track with the Mini, out poor little 182hp engine gets blown away by all the 400+hp cars that are out there.

So he’s thinking that he needs a bitchin’ guy track car. Like a 2008 505hp ‘Vette.

Uh-huh. He, also, of course would race this sucker in autocross, as well as drive around town. Yeah. So, uh, we have the Miata why, exactly? Because the corvette is a totally different car. And the Miata is super-specialized.

A mere $60-something for this sucker.

I’ll let him have his fun looking at the cars, but if he starts to get serious, something has got to go. Either the Harley (which, sadly, doesn’t get ridden all the much lately – partially because it is hot, and partially because we are too busy with car stuff), or the Pacifica, or something. Because WE DON’T HAVE ENOUGH GARAGE SPACE.

Well, that and it’s not like we’ve got a spare $60K lying around. We could get it, but that’s also money that could be used for sensible things like paying down my debt, doing work on the house, or just leaving it in the bank and letting the money manager guy do something useful with it.

Of course, since I have de-facto inherited the Mini, I’m not complaining, nor am I jonesing for a new car. (The downside of selling the Pacifica is that then we’ve only got one winter car – the truck. Now we’ve got two. Which is infinitely more appealing to me. Besides, I like the Pacifica. And I’m a little nervous about driving a pickup truck in the snow Even if it is a big-ass heavy truck.i>

But for now, I’ll let him have his fun. And maybe I’ll scare the dealers by taking a test drive or two. Heh. Which would be fun. But he and I would have to do some serious talking before he got really serious.

In other excitement, I finally got on the treadmill today. 45 minutes. Boring as hell, but since it’s been hot and smoky, this seemed like a good alternative to working out outside (and Mr. V. was at the track all day, and I prefer to not cycle alone). I didn’t want to deal with the kids at the swimming pool, so the treadmill it was. BORING. But at least it was some exercise, and after a week of eating junk (not completely, but I have been a little lax on the salads, and have been cooking foods with more cheese/sour cream than I usually do), I’m ready to get back on the fish-and-salad-and-fruit bandwagon, and the treadmill did sort of help motivate me that way.

Oh yeah. And I’m about halfway through Deathly Hallows. I’m enjoying it, although I’ve decided that I actually like reading fanfics almost as much as the real thing, because I like how people take the characters in different directions. Frankly, the ‘canon’ characters, are, well, a bit stuck in their personalities.

But maybe that’s just me. Heh.