“What’s the gas mileage on that?” asks my grown and out of the house son.
“It’s not great, but the fun factor is huge!” I reply.
There is no response. Oh, perhaps a raised eyebrow, a sideways glance, a muffled sigh.
“So have you decided on that? Is that it?”
“No, still looking.’
I’ve test driven an Audi, a BMW, a Mercedes and a Jeep Wrangler this summer on my quest for a new delayed mid-life crisis car. My son, the athlete, would like me to Just Do It! I am not ready to commit. What I want and what my son thinks I need are two separate things. He was advocating for a sensible Nissan Altima. I’m not ready for a sedan. No, not quite yet.