A purple Sebring convertible. That my girlfriend takes to work and I'll give to her when we break up. We had seperate cars, but, because of mother nature and a certain Navy Sonar Technician in an uninsured Chevy Venture Van, we decided to stick with one car.
The tide came into my parking lot and flooded my Cutlass Supreme, when there was a hurricane out at sea. And when I was driving her home, from work, that guy jetted across Dam Neck, broadsiding us in her Chevy Cavalier.
So, with that settlement money (I had received more than her), I bought a new guitar and the Sebring, off my brother.
