I’m to understand that “Fiat” stands for “Fix it again, Tony.” To paraphrase Jean Shepherd, some men are Baptists, some are Presbyterian, I’m a Toyota Man. Finicky little machines they are, but they will last you a lifetime, lest you bring shame on some guy’s family in Tokyo.
I see some tension coming up between myself and Mrs. Homie, truth be told. She is a prudent sort, and though she’s on board with what I plan to be the biggest withdrawals from the Mom Money fund (viz, Dream Trip to England, pay off our current vehicle), she’s going to want to spend any leftover very prudently - like on new floors & shit. Whereas I’ve got my eye on a Toyota MR2 Spyder. Part of me thinks that it’s my money, not hers, but I don’t see that argument ending well for me.