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By Kevin
When I started talking about getting a 'sporty' car a few years back, I saw it as the final realization of a dream that started when I was about fifteen. My first two car choices were driven primarily by a severe income shortage. The 70' VW Beetle that was given to me with only 220,000 gentle miles on it and the '93 Civic VX hatchback which was the first car I actually bought.
These days when I think back to '93 it's usually to recall the year in which I met Julie. We got married a year later, started talking about having kids, and rather suddenly I found myself driving an '00 Honda Odyssey. Now there's nothing at all wrong with the Odyssey. I still think it's the greatest minivan on the planet and when I bought it I was very much taken with the idea of carting the family around in a big comfy As the kids grew up and started calling it "Daddy's car" to differentiate it from the Prius which was of course "Mommy's car" I started to think that perhaps it would be fun to get something a little smaller and more responsive. I missed driving a manual transmission and feeling a connection with the pavement. Which takes us back to the quest for a 'sporty' car and several years of trying to reconcile my new, family-oriented life with my nearly twenty year old lust for something fast and entirely irresponsible. I have read reviews, stared at specs, and created massive spreadsheets. It turns out the main problem I had wasn't picking a car, it was picking an acceptable level of practicality. All the cars I wanted in my teens were two-seaters or 2+2 at best. Given the realities of picking up the kids after work every day, these cars would end up sitting in the driveway while I slogged around town in the minivan M-F. Then there were the times I swung the other direction and convinced myself that I really didn't need much 'sport' in my sports car to be happy. K: Well, I've picked my new car. J: Again? K: Yep. Civic Si Sedan. J: A Civic? K: No no, it's fine, it's a 5-seater. They're bigger than they used to be. J: A Civic? K: It's the Si... J: Your mid-life crisis car will NOT be a Civic. Well, I'm definitely too old to be having a quarter-life crisis so lets call this a one-third-life crisis. Whatever. I'm fortunate to have a wife who absolutely refuses to back down when she knows I'm being a stupid-head, so she forcibly kept me away from Honda dealerships until I found something better. Yesterday she bought it for me.  Seats five. 6-speed manual transmission. Five doors. 1/4 mile in low 14s @101mph. Room for groceries. Turbocharged 2.3L DFI. Nice smooth ride. 18" alloys on multi-link suspension. Did I mention the five seats? Limited slip differential. $21,800. 263hp and 280ft*lbs of torque. When Alex first saw it yesterday he said "Yeah! Daddy got his race car!" and when I picked Ana up from the babysitter today she ran out into the driveway, hugged my car (!) and jumped into her car seat. Labels: kids, midlife crisis, shopping, toys 3 Comments:
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