I didn't realize it at the time, but I wasn't telling the truth.
My spouse had his truck in the shop. He had to use my car while his truck was getting fixed.
I called and cancelled all my appointments and told them that I was stuck without a car and there was no transportation available. I live in an area that has no public transportation.
Half way through the next day it dawned on me. I have a perfectly good flagship sports touring car that I adored for many years in the garage on a trickle charger.
Then I realized that I was concerned that the gas may have gone bad. The poor car has been driven about 10 miles in the last 16 months and that was only because I thought that the lubricants and gaskets and the delicate things probably needed to move a bit.
In the end, I realized that simply do not want to drive it. I feel guilty. I loved that car.
A week prior, the garage door was open and someone yelled to me from the street "THAT'S MY DREAM CAR!". I thought that the garage door for the Model S was open, but it was the OTHER car. The one that I didn't want to drive this week. The fellow said that he had a model of my car at his house in his living room. I told him that I have a model of it too. I told him that the car could be his. It's for sale, cheap and it was a well loved and cared for car. But, he was worried about maintenance costs.
I feel so guilty. I'm spoiled rotten.