Wow.  Big day.  Yesterday I spend many hours buying health and car insurance.  Today, Megan and I bought our first car.  

Well, “first” because it’s the first car we bought while married, and we decided together, and we sold both our previous cars before leaving for Scotland as we’re committed to being a one car family (for as long as possible, at least).  

So meet ________, a 2009 Subaru Forester.  It’s a pretty rare breed actually: manual transmission (because we like to actually drive when we drive), PZEV (super clean engine), all weather package (heated seats, mirrors), and some fun adds like a bike rack, spoiler, and Sirius radio.  

Though we both swithered over whether to buy new or used, we bit the bullet for the Forester because it fit so much of what we wanted.  

We haven’t named her/him yet, which is a must.  My first car, a 1989 Nissan pickup is named Annabelle.  Megan’s first love, Chester, is an even older Ford Ranger.  So we’ve floated a few named for the Forester, but I’m insistent that it not be we that name the Forester, but the Forester who communicates her/his name to us.  

Of course I’d still up for hearing what names these pictures bring to mind.  Frank the Forester?  How about Iona?  Fergus?