Studly Doright likes to trade cars. When he’s had the same vehicle for the span of a year I can feel him getting antsy to find the next great deal, so it came as no surprise when he sheepishly showed me a photo of a little Cadillac sports sedan and told me he’d bought it on eBay.
“It’ll be my golf vehicle,” he said.
“I thought the Dodge pickup was your golf vehicle,” I countered.
“Well, it was, but I’ll sell it.”
“What about the little Nissan convertible? Wasn’t it also your golf vehicle?”
“You know it gets lousy gas mileage. I’ll sell it, too.”
As long as I have a decent car to drive I really don’t care what Studly drives, but I had to give him a hard time. When the car didn’t arrive on time I began needling him.
“Are you sure you’re dealing with reputable people?” I asked. “What if they never deliver your Cadillac?”
“It’ll be here. It’s in Detroit and they had a huge blizzard last week.”
Two days later, still no Cadillac. I again questioned the prudence of buying a car sight unseen. Finally, though, the transport driver called to say he’d be in Tallahassee on Sunday afternoon, so when he sent an address I drove Studly into town to meet the truck.
The car was badass: Silver, with black leather seats, and every bell and every whistle one could ask for. It also came with one unexpected bonus–the nastiest smell I’ve ever encountered outside of a garbage dump.
The smell wasn’t organic. Nothing had died in the car. It was a chemical type smell, as if someone had used it as a vat for tanning animal hides. Gag!
Studly was in denial.
“It’s not so bad,” he protested, when I refused to ride in the car.
“Three Mile Island was less toxic than this car,” I said.
“Maybe it just needs a coconut scented air freshener,” he didn’t actually say, but I knew he was thinking it.
“Let me deal with it,” I sighed.
So for the past week while Studly has been at work I’ve coaxed the nasty smell out of his Caddy. Long drives down country roads with every window rolled down and the moon roof fully open have made a huge improvement in the car’s smell. It’s not yet quite to the pleasant stage, but I have a reasonable expectation that it soon will smell almost like a new vehicle. And it’s such fun to drive.
Maybe Studly has learned a lesson about buying cars on eBay. Or not. Regardless, life with him is never boring.