My dream car(?)

Beetle Quilt.....how funny.
My Dream Car
My idea of a dream car has changed throughout the years but my one car, maybe two, have always been the beetle. I've always always wanted one. My other dream car is a jeep wrangler, which was mine and ericka's first vehicle. I usually do not stay content with my cars and I pretty much get a different car every couple years. I have owned a jeep, Honda accord, another jeep, Toyota pickup, yet another jeep, maxima, dodge grand caravan, ford f150, pacifica, chevy avalanche, and now a beetle. Now, most of these cars are vehicles chris and I have owned together. We never bought any of these cars brand new and usually only spend what we got out of the previous car. Anyway, I like to try new things.

So the beetle. I always said I would get a beetle after I had my two kids and when the youngest turned 4, i would get my dream car. So on her 4th birthday I put my car up for sale and it sold after a few weeks. The car I sold was a nice car.....definitely the fanciest car I had ever had....2005 Chrysler Pacifica. So when I sold it, my search began for my beetle. All I knew is that I didn't want a silver or royal blue one and that I would only spend minimal money (about $3500) on it, in case it was a bust. Everyone thought I was crazy for downsizing to a two door tiny car with two kids.....but I didn't care....ME FIRST!!!! totally selfish. Chris was completely supportive and to this day I do not know if he thought I was crazy for doing it either.

I began to search thru endless Craigslist listings in Yuma, Tucson, Phoenix, Las Vegas, and San Diego. I found several I wanted to look at in Phoenix, so we planned a trip for that weekend without the girls. That morning I took Ryan to school......she threw up as soon as I got her to school. Oh no. Should I go? Well, I did. She threw up two more times.....again...ME FIRST!!! Totally Selfish. Then as soon as we arrive to Phoenix to look at the first beetle, I get a call that one of my employees at work got hurt. Needed stitches. I couldn't concentrate anymore.....worried about Ryan, Reagan, Employee.... omen? We saw a few more beetles but we ended up buying the first beetle we saw. It's old...1999 with 100,000 miles on it but it was cheap and all beetles look the same after 1998. Yellow with black leather interior.

So my beetle......dreamy? maybe. When you see your dream car driving down the street, you think...."OH! It's so cute"!.....or "Man, that car looks cool." but guess what.....you can't see yourself driving in your dream car when you're inside of it. You can't think...."Oh! It's so cute!" or "Man, that car looks cool." I have come to realize that the Beetle is pretty much the bottom of the line of Volkswagen's. They are pretty crappy. Not too comfortable. Cup-holders are tiny. No bells. No whistles. But it is pretty roomy.....for a compact car. It's great in California parking spaces. My beetle also has a few flaws. Scratches.....that the previous owner covered with Tinkerbell Stickers, so we didn't see it until AFTER we bought it. The "Rattle"......catalytic converter is.....loose, so it makes a very annoying.....rattle. It's so loud, that I have to turn my car off when I'm at a drive thru window. Oh and the window. The driver side window rolls down.....but won't roll up. It will roll up with one hand on the up switch and the other grabbing the window and pulling it up with my non-muscles. This usually takes a few tries. So I look pretty ridiculous trying to get my window to go up. One time at a border patrol check point, I was so stressed trying to think what I was going to do when I got there. Do I roll down the window? Just go down a crack so that he can hear me? Open the door? When it was my turn. I rolled down the window just a crack and explained my window gets stuck. "It gets stuck?" the BP agent asked. "Yes". He paused.....and then he let me pass. I'm SURE he thought I had something hidden in my door compartment.

I did get my dream car because I was having a mid-life crisis and Guess what?!? I feel like I'm back in High School with that crappy car and always has something wrong with it, but you don't care.....cause it's yours.

I just don't think it's going to make the two year mark, as most of my cars do.....it'll be lucky if it makes the year mark.