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Like A Bee to Honey

Three years ago, John sold his Honda S2000.  We had a lot of cars at the time, not enough garage space, and quite honestly, not enough money for them all.  He did it without even thinking about it, because he had a friend who basically walked up with a check in hand.

Is there such thing as "seller's remorse", because John had it, and he had it bad.

He loved that car.  Not only is it cool looking, and super fun to drive, but it helps John survive one thing that he hates more than just about anything:  driving.

John doesn't like tight, cramped spaces, and he doesn't like sitting for long periods of time.  None of that is a worry however when he has the top down on the S2000.  In fact, he drives with the top down in even the coldest weather--he just blasts the heat and goes!

The painful part of selling the car was that we would see it all the time--driving around the high school, parked in the church parking lot, cruising along the highway towards Altoona.  For John, this was a knife to the heart.  We Kennedys try to not love things, but this was beyond what we could do; we loved that car.  In fact, it had a name (in conjunction with the yellow Toyota FJ Cruiser):  Hornet (and Bumble).

So, when the friend mentioned to John (in her doctor's appointment, no less) that her family was moving overseas and couldn't take the car, John came home and told me.  I suspect he thought that I would be my cautious, let's-not-spend-money self about it, but he didn't even get all the words out before I was telling him that we WOULD be buying the car back.

John had the cash to write the same quick check as our friend had written, and unbelievably it is his again (with only 10,000 more miles).


Knowing that John was headed to some far off branch in our stake this morning, in 35 degree weather and 30 mph winds, I checked the garage and wasn't surprised at all to see Hornet gone.

I have no doubt that John has the top down :-)

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  1. One man's gain is another woman's remorse. The psychic power is beyond temptation.

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  2. I am sorry for the Foster's but I sure am glad they let me buy it back. It was kind of scary driving it through winter roads on Sunday, but part of the fun of the car is the hint of danger when I drive it. It is better to drive in the summer though.

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  3. I was worried that I might spot you today on the highway:{ Now, that's scarier than winter roads:) If you hear someone honking at you, it's because I want you to know how that feels:)

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