To wit,
My Blonde Daughter was all fired-up for a new ride. She's been driving the same VW Jetta we bought her new in '03 and now that she's a college grajite and working, she figured to buy something newer and snazzier.
She shopped.
She moped about prices.
She shopped.
She moped some more.
Last night, and here's the good part, she resigned herself to the fact her car is perfectly functional, is generally free of dings and dents, and has at least another 100K miles left in it. Therefore, she's springing for a new timing belt, a set of shocks and wheel bearings (because its pretty much time for all that now) and said, "Daddy, I've decided to drive it 'til the wheels fall off."
Yay her.