Five years ago the little Nissan that I drove was written-off as the result of a scary head-on collision. David and I had been talking about another car for me - the accident simply made it a necessity sooner rather than later. Jonathon had a MINI that I had fallen for in a big way (I may have actually been visiting the MINI not Jonathon on trips to Vancouver) so a MINI of my own was top of my list. David was not on board. He thought MINIs were silly little pieces of vanity (not those precise words, that is simply the essence of his remarks re: MINI, pre-MINI). My heart and mind were set on a MINI. The hunt - and the contest of wills - began.
We don't buy brand spanking new cars. We simply do not - just cars that are new to us. So hunting meant more than going to the dealership and deciding which set of options and colours suited, it meant combing the ads .... for 10 dogged months. I suspect David thought I would get tired of looking and decide on a more suitable vehicle. I came within a hair's breadth of just that but my frustrating stubbornness carried me through and just as I was about to cave, one of the final four cars I offered as possibilities won his approval. My sister and I hopped on a plane for Chicago, road-tripped home in the new baby, and I have never looked back. I really must admit that it was a car worth waiting for. My little CooperS is exactly perfectly what I wanted. I would happily drive this car for the rest of my life. Four years later I get in my car and think "woo whoo!!!!" almost every day. David repented of his early judgement as soon as he had driven half a block and is now a MINI devotee as well. I (sadly) am much too selfish and entirely possessive, so he rarely gets to drive it but he loves me anyway.
(Mike and Merin used the MINI on their wedding day - so the sign was legit. Not a symptom of my obsession. lol)