The particular era that's come to an end is my glorious 11 years spent with a very special...automobile.
This Automobile:
That's right, friends, my undercover (yet very functional) sport wagon aka, silver bullet, aka Scooby has moved on. The hood scoop, the turbo boost gauge and all 227hp, the whole shebang - gone. This was the first new car I ever bought with my own money, and I've loved it.
(a lot)
I know what you're thinking, "if you love the car so much, why don't you marry it? Or at least don't sell it?" It's a fair question, and here's a hint:
And while you can't really see it in this picture because RA is a great-looking pregnant lady, she is indeed quite pregnant. And as great as the Subaru is, putting a second car seat in the back wouldn't be all that comfortable for anybody. So, what's an almost dad of 2 kids under 2 to do? How do you possibly replace such a great ride? What you do, if you're me, is embrace fatherhood and take the plunge. And when I say "take the plunge", I mean buy a minivan.
Zoinks.
Now this:
I'll let this settle in for just a minute or two. Everybody back with me? Cool...
In the words of Ron Burgandy, "that escalated quickly". After I mentioned needing to part ways with this glorious piece of magic, a friend was interested in giving it a great second home. And before I knew it, I was driving something that could swallow my old ride.
Is it weird to think of me driving a van? It is for some people I've talked to, but maybe the weirdest thing is that it's not weird to me. At all. I mean, do I watch that Swagger Wagon clip more regularly now? Sure, I do. But by and large, I'm almost proud to roll in this giant tank of a vehicle. I consider it a dad's badge of honor, that just so happens to have a back-up camera and Bluetooth.
So, transportation is all set. Stay tuned for another update on names, nurseries, and general prep for still unnamed baby #2.
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