When we first met, I told my future wife that I had wanted a firstgen firebird since I was 14 or 15. I liked the Chev ponycar too, but I thought the Pontiac was just a little nicer, and a little "different" from what everyone else has. At this point I'm in my mid-30's.
I kept talking about getting one oneday. And then I got smart, and sold her on the vision of her driving to the golf course in a convertible. Wind in her hair. Everyone's looking at her. ...SOLD!
So she agreed to help me get one.
When a promising car appeared in the "AutoTrader" we drove a few hours to see it immediately. The garage door opens, it's just a beautiful thing, and the wife has a HUGE smile on her face. She was instantly in love with it. "Nice poker face, dear" I say. The seller laughs. "Go ahead, be the first to sit in it" I continue... I take it for a spin, and she gladly put up more personal money towards it than I did.
(But I'm slowly paying her back. As my $$$ accumulates, some goes to her... some buys parts...)
