Has anyone ever claimed that car shopping is supposed to be fun? If so then I’d like to meet that person and punch them in the nose, because it’s not! Wait, let me amend my assertion. I would imagine that buying a car is really fun when money is no object. Walk into a dealership, drive out with a Mercedes S -Class. But for the rest of us, buying a car means mulling over options and working within financial limitations: lease or finance, new or pre-owned or “certified” pre-owned, dealer or private sale, credit scores and APRs. Not exactly my idea of a good time. Alas, if only my beloved, dinged up 18 year-old Honda Civic hadn’t started billowing grey smoke out of the exhaust a few weeks ago. Part of me actually considered spending the money to rebuild the engine and hold on to the little guy, but the two very smart men in my life, my boyfriend and my brother, disabused me of that idea pronto.
In all my recent perusings of the Kelley Blue Book it never occurred to me to check out a Bugatti. The Art Deco-era painter Tamara de Lempicka surely did. I wonder if I can find one of these things pre-owned at a reasonable price! Haha, doubtful. I have a much better chance of finding those glamorous gold gloves
Self-Portrait in the Green Bugatti, 1925, by Tamara de Lempicka: