I had been seriously second-guessing my decision to purchase the PT Loser from the time I brought it home. At the time of purchase, it was simply my intention to dump my Explorer in exchange for something that got better mileage, was fun to drive, and had affordable payments. (Note: If gas prices were still reasonable, I would have never gotten rid of my Explorer.)
The truth is that I was never happy with the PT Loser despite whatever I may have said about it here. In fact, you can see some reasons why I didn’t like it in this post. In addition to the reasons mentioned in that post, Anthony never liked having the top down—ever. And quite frankly, I didn’t feel very safe with him back there in top-down mode.
Not only that, but it seemed to me that the only people I ever saw driving convertibles were balding fat guys in their 50s wearing sunglasses, Hawai’ian shirts, baseball caps and listening to Jimmy Buffett. Chances are they’d also wear a Speedo to the beach. Not exactly my crowd of peeps.
Summarization: convertiblism was more of a novelty, not a way of life for me.
Then there was the PT Loser’s performance, which was lackluster at best. Suffice it to say but after owning a Dodge Caliber and PT Cruiser, the Chrysler Corporation had ruined my love of driving and my expectations of what a car should be, and they can smoke a great, big flaming dick for that. Granted, Dr. Z wasn’t standing behind me with a Glock pointed at my head while I was singing the paperwork so I’ll just admit to my own stupidity, swallow my pride and proclaim the following: Dodge products are pure shit. Hell, my 1991 Nissan Sentra four-speed was more fun to drive than either the Caliber or PT Loser.
So last night we went to the Ford dealer where I’d purchased many a vehicle, dealt with the same guy I’d dealt with each time, and came home in a 2005 Lincoln LS. This is the car Ann had wanted from the moment she saw it but at time they were new, the price tag of $31,000 was pretty steep.
But let’s just say that if a dealership has only sold one car on any given day and they are dealing with repeat-repeat-repeat-repeat customers just before closing time, they will do whatever it takes to sell Car Number 2.
And that’s just what they did.
So long, convertiblism. We shall never cross paths again.
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