I Was Wrong

The car in question was not a Jetta, but a Passat. Seventeen hours of nagging later, TFB and I were at the VW dealership, sitting in the cargo area of the 2005 Passat wagon.

I'm in love.

There are a few minors flaws, though. I wasn't thrilled with the frou frou fake wood detailing. It reminded me of an old person's Cadillac. The 18 million options of how to adjust the seat, steering wheel, and moonroof boggled my mind a bit. (Whatever happened to sunroofs? Are they not cool anymore? Where'd this moonroof nonsense come from?) It doesn't have the built in child seats that I am so fond of in the Volvo Cross County. Also, the saleswoman, scared the heck of out me by putting her hand over mine during the test drive to show me how the gears could be shifted into some foolish gadget called the Tiptronic (Triptronic?) to make the car switch from an automatic to a standard. Umm, lady? I'm trying to merge here!

Now, I can drive a standard. It's how I learned to drive. I'm simply bowing to the usefulness of the automatic after having sat in rush hour traffic one too many times. What on earth is the point of having a car that switches from one to other? If I wanted to shift, I'd buy the standard!

All that aside however...

I'm in love.