On Buying a Dream Car
When I was 19 or 20, Subaru brought its rally team to the Gorge Games. This meant that there were a number of the new 2002 “bug-eye” Impreza WRXs running around Hood River, all in the World Rally Classic Blue (what I think of as Subaru blue): I … fell in love. This was the first car that I really, truly coveted. A colleague at the restaurant I was working at went out and bought one that summer, and I got to ride around in it when we went shooting. Man, I loved that car. The color. The power. The cool. [Eds note: I stand by my position that the gold wheels are dumb. It’s my only note on the whole car.] I’ve wanted one ever since. Every time I’ve gone to buy a car, I’ve looked at and test driven and seriously considered a WRX (and later, an STI). Each time, I’ve talked myself out of it. (I don’t always make the BEST financial choices, but when it comes to big things like cars, I’m more pragmatic and practical than y’all might expect.) See, the thing is, it’s not a great daily driver...