Fusion Envy

I love my little car. She's not too big, not too small, and she's red. She's cute and I love her. When I see other Ford Focuses (Foci?) on the road, I always think "Focus Power!" (Okay, I usually say it aloud, but whatever. It's not like I do a fist pump or something.)

(Okay, sometimes I do.)

The Focus seems to be the new Escort in that it is affordable, reliable, and they zip around with the greatest of ease, so perhaps that's why I see them everywhere. Again, I love this because I buy American and I am proud of that, and because they are super adorable.

But once in a while, I get to drive Mike's car. It's a Ford Fusion and it's nice. Well, compared to the Focus... it's very nice. I don't even think that a leather interior is available for a Focus, nor is one of the awesomest things ever - heated seats (heated seats!). Mike was playing in a golf tournament at his course today (which he WON, by the way), and it was decided that I would drop him off that morning and pick him up later in the day. You know, just in case the celebrations got a little too festive.

So there I am, at nine in the morning, driving a sleek, silver, automatic everything Ford Fusion. I stopped for coffee, forgot to stop for a paper, and cruised around Canton. All of a sudden, a Focus pulled into the right lane, driving alongside me and the Fusion. And I turned my nose down. At the adorable little Focus!

I am such a snob, I can't even believe it. And then I felt bad about it. But seriously, I was in leather seats with seat warmers, an iPod dock, and electronic everything. Everything!