For Number One Daughter, that is. Well, not actually a new car. It's a used car. But it's new to her, so there.
This is a picture of her previous car, Pugsley, back in better days. Pugsley was a 1995 Honda Civic DX. We bought her in 2002. I drove it for a year, and then Number One Daughter started driving it. Pugsley was totalled last month. R.I.P. Pugsley! (Hat's off! What, were you raised in a barn?)
This is a 2002 Accord. She hasn't been named yet. 64K miles. This past Saturday, Number One Daughter and I went to Southeastern Honda in Melbourne, Florida to look at their used cars.
Number One Daughter is 21, has a decent paying job, and since she totalled Pugsley, we told her she was on her own in getting another car. Trying to finance a car on her own, we weren't going to co-sign either.
She was approved for a loan at loan shark rates (just kidding, high, but not ridiculous), but the payments are affordable and she finally signed her life away Tuesday evening.
These photos of her and the car were taken on her maiden voyage to work on Wednesday.
Accord, may you live long and prosper. And get a nice name.
Tuesday night after she got the car, we all went for a ride in it. We drove through Chik-fil-a and got a drink.
Number Two Daughter drank some of her Coke and burped real loud and said, "First burp in the new Accord."
I said, "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but I let out an SBD while ago. So, first fart in the new Accord!" (I didn't really, just trying to make a funny.)
Lovely Wife said, "I'm drinking the first iced tea in the new Accord."
I said, "I'm drinking the first Dr. Pepper in the new Accord."
Number One Daughter said, "I'm drinking the first chocolate shake in the new Accord."
At which point, Number Two Daughter burped again. "SECOND burp in the new Accord."
We threw our straw wrappers on the floor, "First trash on the floor of the new Accord."
Well, you get the picture. It went downhill from there.
I told Number One Daughter that, years from now when she's taking it to a dealership to trade it in, someone will burp, and say, "71,366th and final burp in the Accord."
Do we know how to have fun or what?