Finally, a New Tow Vehicle!

Is it understandable or reasonable that an older car buyer would like to get excited about what-might-be their last car, especially if they have never done so before?

There can be a romance to such an important part of life. Carried to extreme, it might seem silly.

After 15 years of fussing and fuming, of sturm und drang, I finally bought a new tow vehicle. It didn't work out like a romantic novel, by, say, Sir Walter Scott or Alexander Dumas.

Rather, it resembled a Jane Austen novel, in composite, non-literal form: a young woman, enthused about a dashing young rake, the best dancer at the balls, and always fashionably dressed. He drives a stylish and fast carriage, and rides a stallion. She's even heard whispers that he has killed a man in a duel.

Then she finds out he is an irresponsible, self-centered cad.

After a suitable amount of wailing, she transfers her attentions to a man who isn't too old, and doesn't look terrible, has good inheritance prospects, and is responsible and kind.

She sighs, and thinks, "Maybe I can learn to love him."

So it goes with a new car, house, job, spouse, and most other things that are important.