A couple months back we rented a car for a trip to Hood River. The car we had chosen was not available (see Seinfeld episode) and instead they gave us an "upgrade" to a Crown Victoria. I do not know about the rest of the world, but here in the US, the Crown Victoria is the car of the police and old people. For decades the only police car on the road was the Crown Victoria. The people at the rental place call it "The Crown Vic", trying to be hip. But there is nothing hip about this car.
OK, whatever, we we ready to hit the road and took the car. Sliding into the passenger seat I had a pleasant moment thinking about my Grandpa's Lincoln. Wow the seats were comfortable. Leg room? Yep. Then I drove the thing and fell in love. Then felt lame for falling in love with an old person's car. Then realized that wishing I owned a Crown Victoria meant that I really had crossed a line. Who would have guessed?
Tomorrow we head out of town for a long weekend. Want to take a stab at which car we have reserved? I still can"t believe it. I hope I do not look as old as I feel.