Barely four months into retirement Logan's tumor returned and
we embarked on a seven month odyssey for another miracle, for
more time. We were traveling about 1500 miles a week,
commuting to Birmingham for an experimental drug therapy in
a clinical trial. Since we both were away from home five days a
week, Cindy stayed behind to manage the homestead and care
for the pets. Her transportation was our venerable 2003 Ford
Crown Victoria which had 190,000 miles on the odometer. Logan
and I drove the 2014 Ford Focus which was sporting 120,000
miles. Making the chemotherapy appointments was
crucial. By this time, Logan was confined to a wheelchair and
a breakdown on the highway in the middle-of-near nowhere
was a real concern.
We had talked about a new car for nearly two years, but after
years of sacrifice to become debt free the idea of making car
payments again made me nauseous. I procrastinated like a
man in route to the gallows. The time had come.
In all candidness, I would have preferred one of the
larger, three row SUV or full-sized half-ton pickups. However,
once we factored in our most desired options (new not used,
industry leader for reliability, AWD, decent gas mileage, good
safety rating, versatility in design, and we considered the
OMG sticker prices) we put a large down-payment on a
2022 Honda CRV.
Now a year into ownership with 17,000 miles, I can say I have
no buyer's remorse. The CRV is to autos what the "little black
dress" used to be to ladies fashion. It doesn't exactly stand
out, but seems to fit every occasion.
The Crown Vic, to this day, has the best front seats I have ever
experienced. It's long wheel-base and V8 engine whittle away
interstate miles as effortlessly as a politician wastes your money.