Okay, no Spyder for me. (I would have posted yesterday afternoon had I bought it, undoubtedly!) The engine had been rebuilt and it had had its head gasket replaced, something that, with its mileage, never should have had to happen. My mechanic said he wouldn't buy it. I wasn't too disappointed--I had a feeling it wasn't going to be right.
But driving it!!! WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
It was a very Ferris Bueller morning.
People are not shitting when they say it is a TINY FUCKING CAR!! First of all, the engine is behind the seats, so there really doesn't seem to be a "trunk" and the only space is created when I scootch my seat up. The top of the windshield is RIGHT THERE and you kinda have to crawl out when you open your door. Truthfully? It might actually be a little tiny for my taste.
I shall keep searching. Perhaps for a slightly larger convertible. Suggestions, if anyone has any, are more than welcome! (I still hugely covet the Streets of Fire car, but can we say "custom built?")
But I had so much fun driving (particularly on the highway, my route back) with my ipod--I seem to have prepared a selection of Nine Inch Nails, Depeche Mode, a few 80s selections, Modeselektor, Morphine, to name a few, for the drive. omg. I might have accidentally missed my exit once. Or twice.
Holy shit, can that baby accelerate. Wheeeeee! It was also a tiny bit weird because once I put the top down it felt a little like, "LOOK AT ME."
Then I headed out to Addison to see my stylist Johnie for highlights, so it wasn't a bad day at all.
Today has been far more domestic, I've been painting all day while watching 24, Sex and the City, Dinner For Five and I just started The Lost Room (Sci-Fi mini-series with Peter Krause), which is decent so far.
But now I need to shower as I'm gross and don't want to offend the other people watching Indiana Jones.