After the 335D fiasco described earlier, it became apparent we had become a 3-car family. The trucks and the ’71 New Yorker don’t really count in the transportation equation, since the women either cannot or will not drive them for one reason or another. Things get a little dicey with one car in the shop and two teenage girls driving and needing to go wherever it is they go to do whatever it is they do. Francie’s volleyball schedule is starting to heat up again and Phoebe is away more than home these days. I’ve lost track of those going’s-on for the most part lately. Ignorance can be as they say, bliss.
So we took advantage of Gebhardt’s end-of-model-year lease campaign and Michelle is now driving a 328 X-Drive Sportline. It’s a pretty sweet car she can safely drive in the snow, unlike the 335D. It also should be the first vehicle we’ve ever had around here I do not have to deal with at all, from a maintenance perspective. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of that, even if I never again set foot in the new Bimmer for the next three years!