Time For A Larger Car

When we were about to have our 3^rd son we knew that we’d clearly outgrown the Jag and our truck. It was time to do some serious car shopping and we were really considering the Maserati Quattroporte.

As we looked at cars we realized that the Ferrari 308GT4’s were going to be replaced with a new and slower model. We found that there were only 8 308’s left for sale in the U.S., one being in Los Gatos. A quick trip to Los Gatos found a kind of aqua color 308 that they really wanted off the lot. Well it was time to help them out and the Ferrari was ours.

Driving the Ferrari was so much fun; we’d never experienced the cornering like that before. The speed on the straight away wasn’t so much of a thrill as we had to keep it down into the 90’sMPH, although we’d go over 100MPH when encouraged.

We couldn’t fit both cars into our garage so put our Jag into a friend’s barn. We still drove it occasionally so we didn’t put it into complete storage.

Dale was approached by a couple of people who wanted to buy the car but we loved the Jag and wouldn’t sell. Driving the Jag was a fun drive, different than the Ferrari, but a thrill: the open air, the purr, the power.

After a couple of years Dale did offer the Jag for sale to a guy. The Jag hadn’t appreciated much and we were not driving it so it seemed to make sense. As I took the guy for a ride I turned to him and said “I’m not selling the car, it isn’t for sale.” The guy replied that “my husband said it was for sale.” I told him that I’d changed my mind and wouldn’t be signing the Pink Slip, and as the car was ½ mine I could make that decision. We had an unhappy camper but I didn’t care.

A couple of other people tried to convince me over the next few years, offers to give me flowers every day and other nonsense. But we kept the car knowing that it would come back to life again.