You should have seen my boys’ eyes when we told them that we were renting a car for our weekend getaway to New York City….and then pulled into the Maserati Dealership…and then moved right along to the waaay back of the lot to the rental agency to pick up our mad minivan.
I’m still laughing.
But, really…who do they think we are?
Thatcher and Finn have become more than a little obsessed with cars lately. While a part of me is super impressed with how much they know, part of me could handle a day off from answering questions like, “What do you think goes faster? A mustang or a corvette?” or “Would you rather have a fast little sporty convertible or a big 4WD SUV?” “Well, what if you lived in Florida? What if you lived in Alaska? What if you lived in Australia” (Oh, for the love of God). Then there’s, “Which do you like better? A Bugatti or a Ferrari?” I had to Google Bugattis. Or the more elaborate, “If you had a mega yacht what type of car would you put on it to drive around all of the islands you visit?” Ummm. Hmmmm. Good one.
Sometimes I get caught up in it and actually select my answers carefully….you know, because someday it might matter. Other days, I just answer absentmindedly (don’t tell them…please). Last week my mother was in the car with us and Finn announced, “There’s Nammy’s (their name for my mom) favorite type of truck!” as he pointed to a massive Dodge Ram. I looked at my mom with a raised eyebrow and she whispered, “Sometimes its just easier to give them an answer.”
She’s right. They’re relentless. Always have been.
That having been said, they do love their cars….and they would be as happy as the Autobahn is fast just driving around looking at cars (and boats). I know a couple of kids who will be attending some lawn events at the Lars Anderson Car Museum this summer, for sure.
So, while we didn’t actually take one of the Maseratis to NYC, the boys insisted that we give them some time on the lot to take photos and ooh and aah their little hearts out.
While they were running around all awestruck, I took a second to look around too. In doing so, I learned a few things. First of all, Maseratis cost a shit load of money! Secondly…and insanely…many of the cars on the lot were actually SOLD. What? To Whom? And thirdly, Maseratis cost a shit load of money. That bears repeating.
Good Morning Gloucester 