We’re back to driving our glorious Jetta who we have named and fondly refer to as Richmond. Even though he needs a new muffler and the brake pads need to be replaced (nothing like braking and having the brakes pump back!), I just love him! Richmond is as old as I am (1988) and was born in West Germany. He isn’t fully acquainted with the metric system since miles are number one on the speedometer. We bought him the July before we were married (2006) for a solid $800 and have never looked back! The shifter is a little sticky and distinguishing reverse from first gear was super tricky in the beginning, but now it’s more common for us to mix-up first and third! Last night I told Conor that I wish I could drive this car forever! I love the outer design and fortunately the interior is pristine. I love sitting in Richmond and feeling like I have space without feeling like I’m in a van! Newer cars just don’t offer that kind of comfortability. But then again, I’m one of those who loves the late eighties, early nineties 3 series BMW. Oh Richmond, I’m so glad you’re standard and that we weren’t able to sell you last fall!
