This is Chris’ car, which he refers to as “red, red wine” in conversation. If you ask him what color his car is, he’ll tell you it’s “merlot” (not maroon).
1992 Buick Century
I hate this car. The only good thing about it is that it was free. That’s because it was – are you ready – my great-grandmother’s car! It was given to my great-uncle, and when he passed, my grandmother gave it to us. Chris didn’t have a car before this one, so I don’t know if that’s why he’s so attached? The air conditioning doesn’t even work. It does run really well though. Apparently it also rides really well, but I’ve been so busy trying to make myself invisible the few times I’ve ridden in it to notice.
As much as I hate it, Chris loves it. He tells me he’s never going to get rid of it. He also thinks it’s funny to show it off. He always threatens to go get an airbrushed license plate that says “red, red wine” on it. It would be a great finishing touch, don’t you think?
I don’t want to make it sound like we’re not grateful for it; we are. Until recently we wouldn’t have been able to afford to buy a car, so this has really been a blessing for us.
But man, I sure do hate to be seen in (or by or near) it!