We bought a new car this weekend. By we I mean Jill. And by new I mean vintage. 1979, to be specific. A 1979 Trans Am, with t-tops. (Kind of inverse sunroof panels.)

Our New Car

It currently lives, conveniently enough, in Milwaukee. Where we are going after BlogHer. Yes, it was purchased on eBay.

I haven’t blogged about Jill’s interest in classic cars before, mostly because I couldn’t figure out what to say, or how to say it that didn’t sound like Jill was crazy. Or at least like I thought she was crazy.

I don’t think Jill is crazy.

I don’t understand the sudden interest in classic cars — the first time I heard about it was earlier this summer. And I have to be honest, I wish she would have taken a car class and hung out at car shows for six months or a year before buying one herself. I’m stressed about the money. Especially while we’re trying to sort out this whole “have another baby” thing. She has a plan, and it makes sense and should work, but I’m still tense about it.

The thing is, Jill got really passionate and driven about this, and it happened quickly. It’s the first thing I’ve seen her that driven about since we left DC.

I miss seeing her determined, the way she was about theater and developing her skill as an actor. I hope this feeds that same fire and excitement.

I wish I shared it more. At least with theater, there were shows I enjoyed seeing with her, and we could have lively discussions about plays and acting.

With cars, I’m more of an “it’s blue” girl. I don’t know anything, and I’m having a hard time generating much excitement. I’m happy for Jill, but this is so not my thing. The best I can really muster is driving around with her in it.

(Hopefully our new Cosco Scenara will fit in the back seat.)