I currently drive a Chrysler 300S and have for several years.  I have absolutely zero complaints about my ride other then the fact that, with rear-wheel drive, it’s not the robust champion I’d wish it to be when operating in slush and snow, even with snow tires.  But aside from that, there are not many places where you can get this level of sport and luxury without jumping into the big German sedans or Italian racehorses.  

Plus, the 12-speaker Beats By Dr. Dre stereo system is an attention getter, perhaps wasted on a man in his sixties, but something I nevertheless make every effort to take advantage of, sixties be-damned.

But nothing can last forever, and I know that.  As a gas model, it’s on a bit of a downward slide into oblivion, with no plans to re-boot it as an electric model.  In fact, there are no more Chrysler 300s produced at all anymore, meaning I have a bit of a collector’s item.  The only problem is that I don’t have the money, the space, the resources, nor talent to baby this thing into the future so I can motor around in it while enjoying my golden years, a situation light on gold and heavy on years.

As they say, nothing lasts forever, and in my hands, it probably lasts a lot less.

If everything goes right in my life, if I continue to exercise, eat the right foods, and look both ways before crossing the street, there will be a half-decent chance that I live long enough to need a new car.

And a new car looks more and more like it’ll be electric, because that’s the way she goes, or the way she’s going, and I honestly have no problem with that.

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