Just got back from Subaru. The papers are signed, the car will be ordered.
I'm excited, but I'm dizzy. that's not a lot of money in today's new car market, but it's a lot of money to me.
I wound up going with the S, the P remium in America.
I was sure I would go with WR Blue. Not sure why, but the color just doesn't come through in pictures in the brochure, but when I saw the rental car I knew that was the color.
Well, today, again, the dealer had no showroom car, but, again, the dealer, a different guy than last time also showed me his personal BRZ. His was white. Just like the WR Blue, the white is done no justice in pictures, it's is beautiful. The blue S ubaru emblem on the blue car disappears, on the white car it shines like a sapphire. He had the STI aero parts on it as well which finished the car in a way that just white on the bottom doesn't. I realized where I last saw that combination, the tS.
With blue, the STI stuff was a would like to have, with the white it was a must have so I added that. His car also had the leather and alcantara seats. I had pretty much talked myself down from really needing the red stitching on the S and was about ready to go with the RA, the one we can get over here with the steel wheels. On the leather, though, it stops being neat and becomes excellent and I sat down to make the final test. F-me if the seat doesn't poke me like the stock S seat did. I'm not sure if it's just in my mind or if it really does feel better, but my right kidney didn't lodge a protest in the leather seats. Well, gotta have em.
No floor mats? What are we, animals? Add that. Head unit, nope. I want to play DVDs and if I get the overpriced stuff offered by the dealer, they are the wrong zone. America is zone 1, Japan is zone 2. That and I wanted more choices so it will be delivered with a gaping hole in the dashboard.
I know this is the car I have been waiting for. I know I checked all the right boxes and I know I will love it, but I'm still dizzy at the idea that i just ordered it. I'm going to see how much of this Old Smokey apple pie moonshine it takes to make my heart stop pounding.