I'm kidding. Mostly.
(Warning, my introduction post turned into a romance novella.)
I'm Mary. My 2004 SLK320 and I are located in Arlington, TX (between Dallas and Fort Worth).
Until November '16, I had, for seven years, been driving a PT Cruiser. It worked just fine as a first car, and it got me through high school, college, and after, but it was never a car that I felt particularly good in. When I got it at age 17, it was nicknamed the PT Loser by my friends within hours of my owning it. In college, I remember how I yelled at the TV while watching Breaking Bad when Walter White got his son a PT Cruiser and you could see how much his son hated it. As recently as last October, one of the last times I drove it somewhere, a guy passed me as I was walking out of a gas station, kind of laughed and said "Nice car" in a sarcastic tone.
A few nights later I came home to find a 2001 SLK320 parked in my driveway, and I remember thinking "now, that's a sexy car" as I walked past it, which is funny considering how many times I told my husband that cars weren't sexy. I learned that my husband's son had bought the car, with the intent to sell it, and within a matter of weeks it was mine.
Though it had its issues (hydraulic leak, radio wouldn't power on, ESP sensor light would go on and off), I adored it. As lame as it sounds, I decided that I wanted a convertible when, as a child, my Barbie had one, and I never stopped wanting one. Figuring I'd never have the opportunity or the money for one, I never though about it again. So to finally have one, I was ecstatic. More so, I'll never forget the first time I received a real compliment on my car. I was confused for a minute, forgetting that I wasn't driving the Cruiser anymore, but once I remembered, I was giddy.
Unfortunately, after only three weeks, I'm sad and embarrassed to say that I totaled it. Inexperienced in driving a rear wheel drive car, one night while driving on the freeway, I took an exit ramp to get onto a different highway, and lost control. The cement guardrail finally stopped the spin, taking off the front of her. Luckily I was the only car involved in the accident, and I walked away with only a burn on my hand/arm from the airbag deployment.
I didn't know how bad the damage was until the next day when my husband and I went to the lot. I sobbed when I saw. I think I probably cried over it for a few days. My husband assured me that I'd find another car, even a convertible that I would love, but I knew that another Mercedes would be out of our price range. It's not that I was hung up on the brand, because I knew nothing about the brand, it was the car. My husband and I agreed that we'd keep an eye out for one, because surely we'd find one in our price range eventually. We looked, and looked, but I never found one and needing a car badly, I gave in and started to look at other cars.
Then one afternoon on my day off, I woke up to my husband calling to tell me that he'd put a down payment down on a 2004 SLK320, same color, working roof, less miles than the 2001.
He'd kept looking for one within our budget. He didn't find one, but he knew I loved the car.
We picked her up the next day.
Needless to say, I read up on the difference between driving a rear wheel drive car versus a front wheel drive car. I have also tried to get as many tips on driving in the rain/ice as I could. In my new one, I've safely driven in both rain and ice, though, I attempt to stay in if I can.
Despite my old reputation for having trash all over my Cruiser, the SLK is almost obsessively cleaned. I park far away to avoid shopping carts. Shell used to be the one station I avoided because of the price, but now it's pretty much the only one I go to. I'm often made fun of for trying to drive with the top down, no matter the weather. I'm constantly telling my husband how much I love my car and how much cuter my car is than his (he drives a C43 AMG).
I'm still giddy.