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 prospec
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