I got a production number for my MINI Cooper today. I ordered a MINI back in October. I knew I was going to move to Chicago, so my current rides seemed impractical. I am currently driving a Mustang Convertible and an Explorer. The Explorer sucks up gas like a porn star, which at $2.36 a gallon is not nearly as cheap as a porn star, and also is not your friend when you feel like parallel parking, which in Chicago is always. The Mustang is great fun in the summer, but once it starts to snow you'd be better off driving a sled, because at least you'd be able to steer it.
So I went with the MINI. It handles well. It has top safety ratings in it's class. It can fit in half a parking space. And it's a BMW so it makes me feel like I'm moderately successful.
My friends all seem to fall into one of two camps on this subject:
1) "Amber, you are the epitome of cool. You are the end-all, be-all of cutting edge trendiness, and I am so very envious of your discerning taste in automobiles. It is an honor to be counted as one of your friends. Perhaps you'll even permit me to ride with you among the elite. I hope someday to have a fraction of the coolness you exude from your every pore."
2) "Amber, you are a sucker and borderline retarded. I can't believe you would actually drive that little toy-looking hunk of junk. You are so pathetic that I'm only keeping you around out of morbid curiosity. I hope someday you live to regret this decision, and in the meantime I'm going to laugh at your stupid ass every single time I see you driving that thing."
I figure, if it's good enough for Marky-Mark in The Italian Job, then it's good enough for me. British Racing Green. Can't wait.