Vetteless

Well just like that, the Vette is gone. The one guy I talked to earlier today agreed to meet me at my place at lunch when I went home to let Nicki out. He test drove it, liked it, and we negotiated a price a hundred bucks less than what I hoped as a bare minimum but it was close enough that I didn’t care. We drove the Vette to his place, he drove me back to my place, end of transaction. I didn’t get to even think about being vetteless since it happened so quick. In a way I will miss it. It was a fun car to drop the pedal on and feel the motor push you back into your seat. The rumble it made was it’s most endearing quality to me. But I am more relieved to be out from under the eternal repair bills that were sure to follow me as long as I owned the car. Plus now I have room in my garage again. It will feel a bit strange to open up the garage door tonight and not see the red beast sitting there but I’ll just feel for the wad of hundred dollar bills in my pocket to make me feel better.