So, about the eggs with the cars in them

Or, In the Spring, an Old Man's Fancy Turns to Sports Cars.

For quite a while Tom has been drooling over a Pontiac Solstice at a dealership in Reedsburg. He actually makes up reasons to drive into town just so he can cruise by the lot to see if a Solstice is out where he can yearn for it. It reminds me of when I was in high school and whenever I went into Huntsville I would drive by Vickie Clark's house, even though it was on a loop and not on the road to anywhere I could possibly have been going. But you never know whether or not the Loved One might be out there to honk at, right?

Tom can certainly afford a Solstice, but he has done his research and discovered that it has room for a shaving kit and a small thermos in the trunk and gets worse mileage than his truck, has horrible reliability reviews and so on. Oh, and it costs about way more than he wants to spend on a toy. Even a bright red one. (He actually has his eye on a yellow one, but either way, every cop around will follow that car just to make sure the driver's not up to anything.)

[To be fair, the Solstice GXP, which is the one pictured, has much better reviews, but it costs even more and still will only hold that shaving kit and thermos in the trunk.]

So he has been going ga-ga over this for a while, printing out fact sheets from the internet, telling total strangers whom he bumps into in the streets how much he wants one and why it is not reasonable to spend that kind of money on a car that might not be able to make it undamaged over the bumps in our road.

When he was over at Rich and Peggy's the other day, he was floating the idea that maybe he and Rich (and maybe Tom Baker up on Christmas Mountain) should buy one of these toys together and share it. Now what could possibly go wrong with an idea like that? Have these people never watched situation comedies? Anyway, Tom may have floated the idea but Peggy got busy sinking it. She suggested that they go in on a Volkswagen Bug instead.

Clearly she did not get the point of the whole exercise. Where's the midlife crisis payback in a VW Bug? Tom is willing to think about a Miata or an MG, maybe. But a BUG?

So we happened to find a plastic egg with a VW Bug in it and another with a red sports car. And into the Flamingo Basket they went.