Today, Fosco finally got around to buying a replacement car for the one that was totalled in The Accident. Why did he wait so long? It's not the fault of the insurance--they sent me the replacement check like two weeks ago. However, it has taken almost two weeks for me to continually revise downward my expectations about what I could buy with that insurance check. It turns out that cars are expensive. In the end, it came down to the following decision:
a non-American car several years old with quite a bit of mileage on it
OR
a 2006 Ford Taurus with 21,000 miles on it.
So, as much as Fosco thought he might enjoy a Honda or a VW, he ended up buying another Ford Taurus. Plus ça change.
In a way, this was the perfect choice for Fosco in that it allows him to avoid traumatic thoughts about the accident: from the interior, it is possible to believe that you are sitting in my last car (as only the exterior color is different). Continuity can be so comforting.
And what has Fosco named his new car? Say hello to Moby-Dick. 
Moby-Dick seems like the perfect name for the car for several reasons:
- It's big. (Fosco likes roomy cars).
- It's white.
- Somewhere out there is a ditsy teen (named Ahabiana?) in a giant SUV, waiting to destroy it. You can't avoid Nemesis.
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that's uhm. . . sexy? congrats on the wheels, man!
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