The energy crisis was still everywhere and gas lines were horrible, so I needed something economical to drive. The next car I bought to commute was a lapis blue Mercedes Benz 300 SD. Also a diesel, but night and day compared to the Caddy. I kept this car a few years till I got divorced, and drove to lower Manhattan every day without a single problem. Occasionally I would pick up a friend of mine on the way, and he kept telling me how much he liked my car. I told him to buy his own, and he said, “Why? You have one. I don’t need another one.”
It was very good looking, but didn’t go much over 100 mph. My wife really liked the car as well, so why was I always looking for another car? Did I mention it was not very exciting? I had the itch again.