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Around the time that Adonis got his motorcycle, we owned two cars. When Adonis's charcoal gray BMW M3 was stolen, he took the insurance money and replaced it with a black Porsche 968. I had already given my own car to relatives who needed it and we had been sharing the BMW. Since we were on the road so much, it wasn't too much of a hassle to share one vehicle. One day, however, a friend of ours who owned the same dealership where Adonis bought his black Porsche convinced us to come and see what he had in his car lot.
"I wanna buy something used, not new," I told Adonis on the way over to the car dealership. "I don't see the point of buying a new car that will lose its value the minute I drive it off the lot. Let's get something at least a couple of years old."
Adonis disagreed. No matter how much money he earned in his life, he always remembered his humble start. He said that was the one part he hated about growing up, as his family was very poor. He still surprised me with stories about how he and his brother and sister had grown up; for instance, he told me that the family never had much money to spend on toys, so the children played mostly with household objects.
"I especially hated playing with sheets," Adonis told me once. "Mercedes liked to make hammocks out of the sheets when they were hanging on the clothesline and lie in them like cocoons, and I always thought that was so dumb. You don't know how much I wanted to just rip those sheets in half, but I would've gotten my butt cut." He vented to me.
"But baby, that's why I want you to get something new and nice for yourself. Now that we got the money, I wanna ball for you so that you and our kids don't have to go through what we did when we were younger." Adonis said, mentioning how I too, suffered from poverty with my family as a child.
The minute we pulled into the parking lot of our friend's dealership, I spotted a red Lamborghini. It was a Diablo VT Coupe with wide-open doors. I didn't say anything to Adonis, though, because I was wondering if a car that red and conspicuous was really my style. I was pretty sure it wasn't.
We looked at a few BMWs and Porsches. Finally, our friend walked us over to the red car. Right away, Adonis said, "Damn, Selena, baby, we gotta get you this one. This shit right here is tight!"
I pretended to be busy reading the dealer's information sheet on the car window, despite knowing that, once again, my husband had made up his mind and it would be tough to change it. The car was a new and upcoming 1994 coupe. The black leather interior seats were the main reason I bought it-that, and the fact that I could tell right away how much Adonis loved the car.
"You know what?" I said. "Let's go do the paperwork."
We bought the car on the spot and Adonis drove his black Porsche while I drove my new red Lamborghini home on the highway.
