Since it’ll take until Tuesday to fix Inga, Richard the Service Manager asks me to return the Fleetmobile so he can put me in one of his loaners. I’m thinking a Jetta. Lo and behold, this is currently sitting in my driveway:

DH, who drives an older Passat wagon, is greener than the car. I’m not trading in Inga anytime–love that tight suspension!–but this is a sweet ride. And the ignition gets major cool points. So I’m styling some serious German engineering until Tuesday. Could be worse. A lot worse.

Personal to Richard: Sorry those beers weren’t cold, buddy. I’ll hook you up when I get my car back.