Six hours
Six frickin' hours of car shopping. My brother took me car shopping today. After the first one, I learned two rules. Keep my mouth shut & take him on the test drive. My only excuse is that I wasn't quite awake and the fact I'm so used to doing everything on my own, I don't know how to let go of control. I learned quick & I learned a lot more besides. I have more idea of what that whole "look under the hood" thing entails. We saw some good ones and some not so good ones. And this one I loved. But I admit it was because of the color. When your emotional response to a color is so strong that it overwhelms your practial mechanic sense, it's time to walk away. But damn.
And the search goes on.
And the search goes on.