To paraphrase that recent Sprint commercial, "I'm in love...with a car."
It's my "new" 2007 Chevy Cobalt LT, aka Racer Y. Racer Y as in yellow. As you can see, he is VERY yellow.
Several people in my acquaintance have accused me of having a mid-life crisis (they forget 52 is somewhat beyond mid-life), because I am so excited about having a sporty car. In point of fact, I have wanted a sporty car since grade school when I was obsessed with the Opel GT, a car that looked like a mini-Corvette.
I think Y looks a bit like a mini-Corvette, at least from behind, with his Corvette-style taillights. My family finds it hysterical that I can compare my Cobalt with his racy cousin, and I guess 4-cylinders don't qualify as as a muscle car even if the engine is 10% larger than my Neon's was. But seriously, people, Racer Y has some pep. He may not be ready for drag racing but he merges on the freeway like a dream.
You see, I am such a frugal person that not only could I never seriously spring for a true sports car, I waited over 40 years to spend the extra bucks to own a car with a spoiler. A spoiler, my dream, at last! Well, I figured I could splurge, seeing as (a) I got the incredible deal of $10,000 plus my 2001 Neon, and (b) I had saved up all the money plus leftovers. And now I have a spoiler! Ah the joys of ridiculously delayed gratification!
But more about the other sexy features of Racer Y. Where do I begin? This is a car that knows when to turn on his own headlights. He does neat stuff like calculate his mileage (see photo--those were mostly city miles with A/C so not bad) and tell you how much further your tank of gas will take you. He has a most excellent radio/CD player and four truly fine Pioneer speakers. Don't even get me started on the electric windows and mirrors and such (which many take for granted but I lacked in my last car)...perks, perks, perks.
And I just had to trick out Racer with one more feature, a top of the line XM radio. With this addition, he is now the ultimate party car.
The only downside of having a car this sexy is that you want to drive all the time, which is not politically correct these days and also interferes with my saving for Y's replacement. But I might as well face it, I'm addicted to my car.
And he's easy to spot in parking lots, too.