I keep telling him I don't need or want one.
Though when I have to leave and I see the two sets of keys sitting next to each other it starts. I bite my lip and start to think naughty. I grab the H2 keys and prance my way out of the house. Giggle my way through the garage and run to it like a kid.
It's like a treat, like driving your Dad's car. It wouldn't be the same if I had one. I am trying not to take it as much, besides, I need a smaller vehicle, I have already taken out some of the new landscaping.