Mr. RK read a story that said my alma mater, New York University, was ranked the #1 college for producing hipsters. That's only slightly better than, say, the #1 college for producing neocons...
So today, I defied the stereotype. How? I bought a bright red muscle car.
Seriously, I had my other car for 8 1/2 years and wasn't in a hurry to get another one. But I have wanted a Mustang since high school and finally aged out of the expensive insurance bracket. I was thinking about getting one in a few months and then this week a good friend's car blew up. She had no means to get another one, and I had taken very good care of my car, so I gave it to her and got this little beauty.
Mr. RK spent a couple of hours shopping around online and negotiating prices. We got a great deal - believe it or not, it was about the same price as a Toyota commuter car. Apparently they only run into the big bucks when Mr. Empty Pants types come in and want to supe them up.
It was pretty funny seeing the slight surprise when the guys (there were no women) at the dealership found out it was for me...not quite so funny when I couldn't figure out how to get it into reverse, because reverse is IN THE FRONT and you have to push down first. I nearly hit my friend's apartment building!
(Seriously, reverse in the front? Isn't that like having a penis on your backside? Anywho...)
It's gray and freezing here, so I like to think driving this down the street is contributing to the general holiday cheer.
I was going to put my NYU license plate frame on, but the dealership we bought the car from is called Dick's. So just because I'm immature, I think I'll leave that on for awhile.
Lastly, the plate ends in the letters "FJW." My first thought was, "Who is JW?"