For the past couple of months, Dad and I have been vehicle shopping. The emphasis is on Dad. I'm not knowledgeable of cars--I don't remember mileage or names of cars or year models. The only characteristic of a vehicle that I can consistently remember is the color.
Dad, on the other hand, pays attention to other details. As an engineer, he is a data collector. Before we decided to look at minivans, he searched online advertisements for Ford Taurus or Mercury Sable cars. He even compiled spreadsheets and created graphs comparing the year of the vehicle and its mileage to the cost.
"I think I might have found a minivan for you," Dad announced a couple of weeks ago. He'd seen a minivan at a shop in town and had stopped to look at it. It was a 2003 Ford Windstar. The tires would need to be replaced, he told me. It had more miles than he would have liked, but it was in good condition and a good deal for the price.
"What color is it?" I asked.
"I knew you were going to ask that!"
Dad had spent half of the drive home trying to remember the color of the minivan. From his description we concluded it was a silver-gray-green.
This week I bought the van. Its official color is "Spruce Green Metallic Clearcoat."