Day Fifteen Hundred and Fifty-Three

The Nova

So, we drove an hour North yesterday.

And we stopped at the bank.

Why?

Because.

This.

So, you see, we just recently realized that we'll - in fact - need a second car come Spring Training. We live 25 minutes away from Roger Dean Stadium and there's no way Amelia and I are making that trip twice a day just to drop off and pick up Dada. (We all know how much Amelia loves the car. Blah).

And since we aren't in the position to purchase a new(er) vehicle (SUV-type) for Amelia and I, we were stuck with what to do. Buy a cheap car that'll just depreciate in value right after we purchase it? No. Buy a cheap car that'll appreciate in value right after we purchase it? That sounds better. But how? 

By purchasing an old car (like a 1973 Chevy Nova) that works as a daily driver and a fixer-upper. Uh. I guess? Dad's always wanted one anyways and apparently it tastes good. So, uh...

...sure.

Yeah, that's fine. I guess.

(But only if you work as you promised, little red Nova!)

Whitacre seems to like you alright and Amelia's in. 

So, welcome to the family!

And now, we have a second car.