My new obsession...

Yesterday, as I sat in a courthouse in Oakland waiting to see if I would be selected as a juror, I had an idea.  But I promised myself that the idea would only become reality if I did not get chosen to be a juror.  It was a little deal I made with myself as I quietly sat there listening to my fellow citizens respond to personal questions from a judge and two lawyers.  By 10:00 on day two they selected their initial 12 jurors and then recessed for 15 minutes to reconvene and select two alternates.  I was still in the running.  Fifteen minutes later or so, we all mosey on back in to the courtroom to await our fate.  There were about 8 of us left.  I had a 1 in 4 chance of being selected to perform my civil duty for the next few weeks. 




I wasn't selected.  And as a result...

Beautiful, isn't it. 

I drove directly to the new Fiat dealership in Berkeley to place my order for a new Fiat 500 Abarth.  Call me crazy, I know.  I seem to have a new car every few years.  In this case, year.  If I could afford both Donna 468 and the Abarth, I would keep both.  But I can't.  

From behind.  Beautiful, ins't it.

This isn't a farewell to Donna.  Not yet anyway.  The Abarth won't be delivered for about 6-8 weeks - plenty of time to say goodbye and enjoy my final days with a car that I really love, but know that there is another waiting in the wings.  

Unless I win the lottery, I will be saying goodbye. 

What gives me solace is knowing that someone will take good care of her.  But I can't help but wonder, am I now like that weirdo on the show My Strange Addiction?  The one where the guy has an emotional and sexual relationship with his car (a cherry red 1998 Monte Carlo that he has named Chase). 

God I hope not.