Scenic cityscape of downtown Toronto Ontario Canada during a sunny day
Both my best and worst experience happened on the same day – the same hour in fact. It proves that alcohol and car auctions don’t mix.
I now own a pink 1963 Oldsmobile Starfire. “Rosie” was not supposed to end up in my garage. Au contraire – she was to end up with some other car collector, somebody who can give her the attention she deserves.
But gosh, darn, she just had character.
I had a limit on what to spend at the RM Toronto Fall auction, that is, if I decided on even buying a car. These auctions are great auto shows for any enthusiast to see some styling transportation.
There was also a limit to how much wine I should consume that evening, but with my best friend Lauren and her husband there, and the fact I would not be driving – well, the two of us imbibed as we cooed over the chrome and metal.
Rosie stood out. Maybe it was the dingle balls hanging from her windows, the plastic flowers or the fuzzy dice. She seemed misplaced among Hemi Cudas and fancy Rolls-Royces.
Being a car girl, I know what it’s like to feel like a misfit.
We bid – and the car was mine.
I need another car like I need a hole in the head, and the guys certainly thought there was a leak in my cranium for making that purchase. There probably was – this was the worst thing I did all year.
But Lauren was as enthusiastic as me and we could see the potential.
We had a vision of us driving the highway like Thelma and Louise, just without the cliff dive and bar scenes.
For us, Rosie had character. How many family picnics had she been a part of? How many road trips had she been on, in her 40-plus years?
With a little love and attention, and thousands more dollars, she could relive those memories.
This was the best of 2006 because I fulfilled the dream of buying a cool car. The worst part is when reality and practicality set in. I’m not sure that I have the time, cash and know-how it takes to bring her back to glory.
No matter what, it was a life lesson: Be careful before you bid, and like Mick Jagger’s lyric, “you can’t always get what you want.” I say “try me.”