That Friday afternoon I fell into my Lazy Boy, exhausted from a stressful day at the office. The front door jolted open and Mike eagerly came bounding up the stairs.
Breathless, he said, “Hi Honey, how was your day?”
“I found an ad in the newspaper that you might be interested in.”
I groaned, “Can it wait? I am so tired.”
No less enthusiastic, my husband of nine years sat down at the breakfast nook and started rifling through the Herald. Here it is: 547-3266. He picked up the phone and headed downstairs. I was curious about his excitement, but my head was pounding and my feet were killing me.
Reclining completely, I began to drift off.
“Great!” he exclaimed on his way back upstairs, waking me out of my light sleep.
“What is going on? What are you so excited about?”
“You’re going to love this. I know you’re tired but we need to look at something tonight. I want you to see it before it’s too late!”
“For Heaven’s sake, what is it?”
“You’re not going to believe it – I found your dream car.”
“What do you mean my dream car? I have a car.”
“No, you don’t understand…I found your dream car, you know…the one you’ve always wanted but never thought you’d get because they’re so rare and people hang onto them forever.
I sat up straight. “You mean my bug – my Volkswagen convertible?”
“I mean your yellow Volkswagen convertible. There’s one in Benton City… listed today. I told them we’d be down to look at it tonight.”
Reaching to the side of my chair, I pulled on the bar that would send me back to my horizontal position. Then, I flipped on the T.V. and stretched out as far as possible, looking straight ahead while my perplexed husband stood shocked at my indifference.
“Did you hear me? This is your chance to get the car you’ve always wanted. Why are you just sitting there?”
“Where are we going to get the money to buy this car? I thought we were strapped for cash.”
“Well, yeah that’s true. We’re not rolling in the dough right now, but let’s just go look at it!”
“Honey, I don’t want to get all excited about something we can’t afford. If we had the money that would be one thing but…”
“Let’s just go down, take it for a spin and see what condition she’s in. I gotta tell ya, if this car is as good as the owner says it is, she’s asking a fair price…an affordable price.” He reached his hand out to me and pulled me out of my chair. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“Okay, but I’m not getting my hopes up ‘cause I don’t want to be disappointed.”
The drive through the valley renewed my spirit. It was a beautiful fall evening, about 78 degrees. The sun was just beginning to settle behind a hill. We have the best sunsets here. I think God likes us best.
Mike was focused on the directions. “There it is…Perry Road. Turn right, drive for three miles and there will be a mobile home on the left with a yellow bug out front – can’t miss it!”
My pessimism resurfaced: “Right!”
Two wineries and another mile later, there it was. “Wow! When she said yellow, she wasn’t kidding!”
The little car was parked out front, looking kind of lonely. The top was down. Yeah.
As we drove up the gravel driveway, a young woman in her late twenties appeared. “Hi, are you Mike?”
“Yeah. Wow – she’s a beaut! What year is she?”
“1971, first year of the Super Beetle with 53,000 original miles.”
“You’re kidding – 23 years old and only 53,000? That’s amazing.”
We walked around the car a couple times. My heart started pounding; I couldn’t get the smile off my face. “Can we take it out?”
The woman handed me the keys and we took off. Driving down a country road with my hair blowing in the wind and my husband at my side… in my dream car, it doesn’t get much better than this.
Mike turned to me and looked into my eyes, “Honey, I want to make this dream happen for you.”
At our return she asked, “Well, what do you think?”
Mike didn’t waste any time, “What’s your bottom price?”
The woman said she had to have $3,400.00 for it.
Mike winked at me and reached for his wallet. “Sold!”
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