Can't tell you how many times I make an extra trip through the computer room to open the door to the garage and just look at the car. Then, I go out, walk around it and start thinking (much to my wife's dismay) about all the little things that I could start changing to customize it (lowering springs, caliper paint, exhaust tips, etc, etc etc...)
My car was a graduating med school gift from my wife (she's still a lil miffed that I finnagled to get it a few months early
) and I'm still just blown away that I was able to get a brand new one - I was all wound up originally about buying a used one!!!!
Living in soCal and currently having a 40 mile one way commute to the children's hospital I'm rotating at, I struggle with the desire to drive the car and the contempt to sit in crap traffic and put the extra miles on it. Most of the time, I ride the train and find myself daydreaming that I was driving the car - it's a wicked wicked addiction - but my wife will quickly admit that she'd rather I be addicted to Porsche and not some blonde RN at the hospital
