Been meaning to get back to the car saga. When I last wrote about W4D's total lack of originality in personal transportation, he had practically one-upped me with his 912 Porsche. You will recall that I promptly went to the Mercedes dealership and came home with my 450SL. That was a great car!
Some months later, W4D got transferred to Miami and I had businesses in Tampa and Largo so he moved and I stayed. That didn't last for long. I got tired of flying down there for weekends and W4D was putting too many miles on the 912 driving upstate when I couldn't get downstate. I was also worried that he might not be eating solely at my table, if you get my drift, so I caved and decided marriage might not be so terrifying as I had anticipated after successfully avoiding any permanent commitment for the previous years. We got married in the fall of 1974 but not before the copycat struck again and sold the Porsche.
You know where this is going, don't you?
We moved to Miami Lakes directly after the honeymoon and here is what was parked in front of our first abode... Yep. That's DH's Benz on the left.
So that's our pre-marriage car history. I'll promise not to bore you with the next 31 years. Remember, the 1976 Corvette is still with us. Why do I have such a hard time thinking about parting with that car? Because I wish I still owned every single car from my past.