die yuppie scum

After 6 months of hemming and hawing, we finally have a new car. The process was long. Longer than it probably had to be. That's probably mostly completely totally without question because I was involved in the process. I'm a doof like that. Buying anything expensive exposes one of the many chinks in my 'live with no regrets' armor. In this case, the chink is of the 'good god what if I make the wrong decision?' variety. Funny how that works.

Anyway, parked in our garage at this very moment is a lower mileage 2001 Saab 9-5. It's a sedan, which is kind of like a wagon but not really. It's titanium silver. It has four doors. It has an automatic transmission. It's safe. It has heated seats so when you drive around it feels like you just peed your pants. It has faux wood accents on the dashboard. It plays well with the other eurotrash sedans in our neighborhood. It's a Virgo.

I'd take some pictures, but I'm never home when it's light out. Probably this weekend.

Mad props to the team at Poquet Auto. Buy your next car there. They rock.

And I should also probably mention that parked next to the Saab is a bitchin' 97 Saturn SC2 that needs a new home. So if you know anyone that needs a fake sports car, send them my way.

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