"We sold the Benzo."

Elsewhere today: Read my No Excuses Fashion post, Why Are You Wearing Tennis Shoes in Public?

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I got rid of my Mercedes. That is, we sold the Benzo.

I had gotten the car just before my 40th birthday. I had on my list that I wanted a convertible, and this was an amazing one. I enjoyed the hell out of it for several years but it was time to let her go.

First of all, the up-keep on that thing was murder! I took it in for a brake job and ended up spending a thousand dollars. The parts alone were ridiculously expensive. Secondly, my days of needing to be flashy and conspicuous are behind me. And thirdly, that car was never all that comfortable. Every time I rode in it I ended up with a back ache.

But the real reason it was time to unload the car is because I've given up working a full-time job in lieu of chasing a dream. Sounds crazy, right? Well, maybe it is. But dreams can't come true if you don't pursue them. And no one is ever going to knock on my door and ask me if I want to be a writer. The only way I can live out my dream of being a writer is to be one. So that's what I'm doing.

So there wasn't really any sense in owning three cars, given that two of us are now working from home and rarely leave the house. And mine was easily the most expensive of our vehicles. It was actually my idea to get rid of it. Chip kept asking me, "Are you okay with this? You're sure you want to do this?" Hmm...let's see...Given the choice between driving a Mercedes convertible or staying at home to pursue my life's dream of becoming a writer, I gotta go with the opportunity to write every time.

At least this time.