The plan was a black Type R at MSRP. That’s it. No other color mattered to me.
Apparently, that was going to be a tough order to fill this time around. The concept of MSRP was flat-out funny to a few local greedy-stealerships. I got turned down, laughed at, and offered blue or gray. When I’m shopping for a new car, it’s always black. White and red usually tie for second, but past experiences have left me traumatized, haha.
One day, we were out and about, just cruising, when my wife and I spotted a red ’26 at a nearby dealer. I told her they look nice, but that was about it. I wanted no part of it, LOL. I spent a week trying to land a black one before giving the red one another thought.
When I did inquire, it had a $20K markup on the sticker. Same story with the sales team—they weren’t playing ball. Somehow, the GM and I got to talking, and we hit it off. By the end of the conversation, he told me to let the sales team know he’d approved MSRP.
And just like that, the red one I wanted no part of was coming home with us.
Now, I love red. Due to the trauma of my youth I’d been against it. Cops love it too, and there’s nothing stealthy about this thing. But I believe it’s a little reminder for me to slow down. Enjoy the car. Enjoy the drive. Enjoy the life God has allowed me to live.
My wife, on the other hand, loved it. She’s wanted a red car for some time, and she’s an “I Love Lucy” fan. Before we even had the keys, she spit out the name.
“Lucy.” It stuck like glue. Here I am still soaking in the responsibilities of making the purchase and she’d already named my car. LOL
Without further ado, meet Lucy! We’ll share the miles, the changes, and whatever I end up designing for her along the way.
One car. One journey.
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