By Annette Dashofy
As writers, we tend to have rather vivid imaginations. Often, we live inside our heads in a fantasy world. We appear to be doing one thing, while in fact, our brains are somewhere else, plotting murders, solving murders, creating characters and worlds.
Recently, while doing my bit to keep my weight in check (also known as walking), I became bored with taking in my surroundings. My mind didn’t seem to want to focus on my WIP. Instead, it came up with a mind game.
First, I must explain that as a child, I grew up around motorheads. My grandpap, my dad, my brother, all had a passion for vehicles. I learned very early to distinguish between a Ford and a Buick. Show me a 1955 Chevy, a 1956 Chevy, and a 1957 Chevy and I can tell you which one is which.
So here is the game I invented to pass the time while walking: If money were no object, what kind of car would you own?
I love my car. It’s a 2005 Saturn Ion. Well, actually, right now it’s a Saturn On since the “I” fell off last winter. It’s my favorite color…turquoise. Not many cars quite that shade around, making it easy to spot in a parking lot. It gets great gas mileage.
However, that isn’t the point of the game. In my game, money is not an issue. If I had Bill Gates’ bank account, what kind of car would I buy?
It wasn’t an easy decision. I went through several possibilities (and could still be swayed from my ultimate decision).
My first thought goes back to my love for the TV show Miami Vice. That Ferrari was one hot car. Don Johnson wasn’t bad either. I nearly wept when they blew up the old black Ferrari, but the replacement Testarossa wasn’t anything to sneeze at.
But after giving it some thought, I decided against the Ferrari. Why? I have no idea. Like I said, I can still be swayed.
Those Mini Coopers are just the cutest things. I could go for one of those. Maybe I’d buy a Mini. But a Mini Cooper as my dream car? That seems…well… sad.
Next, I decided to play my game with my hubby (who usually does not like to be included in my blogs, but consented to having his responses reported upon). His first choice was predictable. Without hesitation, he chose a Model T.
However, he decided that he could realistically own a Model T. If money were no object, he should aim higher. He finally settled on a Tucker.
I was impressed. Good choice. Rare. Vintage. Definitely expensive. Truly worthy of being a dream car.
Which is why the Mini Cooper just wasn’t going to cut it.
So I went back inside my head and pondered the possibilities.
And I came to a decision. My dream car…my “if money were no object” car…is a 1959 Corvette.
Hubby tells me those things didn’t really have that great of a ride. Who cares??? I’m never going to really own one. So let me have my fantasy.
Now it’s your turn to play. Think about it. If money were not an issue (either to buy the car OR to put gas in it), what would you drive? It can be modern, classic, or antique. It can be oversized or small and sleek. It just has to be your dream car.