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My condolences, they say elephants have good memory, but it's nothing compared to a wife and a forgotten birthday. Decades from now, you (and everyone within earshot) will still be hearing about it.
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Not a problem I have ever had - the wife tells me where we are going for her birthday and my birthday and the kids birthdays and the grand kids birthdays. A nice meal out is about the only celebration of birthdays we have.
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Okay, so the last of my tribe will get her license in late May or early June. The Honda CR-V in the family has been claimed by her - no problem - but that means I need a daily driver. We're talking East Coast USA, and I'm an old fart < 60.
Now I'm a *seriously* cheap bastard when it comes to cars - my mandatory requirements are reliability, a sunroof, and A/C. After that, I'm not allowed to drive anything red, and I won't drive purple.
I can work myself into a mess shopping for cars. The lady of my life says that it must be in this decade, so it's 2010+. Is there an official name for being able to shop forever but never make a decision?
<italic>Stuck in a dysfunctional matrix from which I must escape...
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Not just you. One of my current autos is a 1998 Toyota Sienna. Wife won't let go and I won't argue. Go to the nearest Car Max, not necessarily to purchase but to shop. Many models of many brands for tire kicking. Some decent deals as well. We sold a 20 year old Lincoln at one, not great but fair and little risk. Also visit edmunds.com (among others), Internet shopping eliminates a lot of the haggling. You still get hosed but won't notice so much.
If you can keep your head while those about you are losing theirs, perhaps you don't understand the situation.
I don't know the name for that and I'm not sure it's a disorder. It sounds like just plain, old indecision to me.
FWIW, I am a big fan of Hondas. I currently have two of them, both with more than 90K miles, and there have been no problems with either of them. As added bonuses, they get rather good gas mileage for vehicles of their types and they are made* in the USA. I have a Ridgeline and a Pilot.
* made == assembled. The components come from all over the planet.
If you're lazy get a white car, white can go longest without needing to be washed, light blue or green next best, and surprisingly red 'aint bad either but not pink.
Black is the worst, after washing it'll look dirty again before you're done putting the wash bucket away. Many first time private limo drivers go for black because [indeed] it looks way cooler, almost always their second and subsequent limos will be white.
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They had better be. The powershit gearboxes are personally blessed by satan himself. The good ladies one had to be totally rebuilt (luckily at fords expense) because of constant shuddering at low speed. The internet is fully of stories of ford powershit gearboxes.
Never buy a dual clutch gearbox again.
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Is there an official name for being able to shop forever but never make a decision?
It's called being Dutch.
The Dutch phrase "kijken, kijken, niet kopen" (looking, looking, not buying) is famous worldwide.
Seriously, I've had that phrase recited to me in various parts of the world in at least four funny accents
Souvenir merchants even tend to give up selling me stuff when I mention I'm Dutch