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Yet *Another* Reason

I haaaate car shopping

The first is the dragging around looking at stuff I really don’t care about, when ya come right down to it.  I love to drive and I’ve loved almost every car I’ve ever owned—all the ones I’ve actually had a choice about.  But other cars?  Zzzzz Cars in general?  *coma*

So this time, I’ve completely thrown out the idea that I have to give the whole marketplace a look - just in case I might find something else I’d like better.  Pfui.  I’ve been in an SUV since the damthings were invented and in an SUV I’m gonna stay.  It just plain works for me. ‘Sides; since everyone on the road is 1] crazy 2] half-drunk alla time 3] out to get meee [at least that’s what I tell the Delightful Daughters every time they leave the house] I ain’t about to ride in one of those over-priced roller skates made of reconstituted gum wrappers.  Detroit Steeeel—that’s for me.

That said, I would like to upgrade a little.  And the primary mostest important thing I have to know iw whether I can really, actually, permanently disconnect that little SpyThingie - NorthStar, or whatever else they call it.  If I can’t do that, I might be stuck going retro with a ‘64 Caddy or a ‘59 Buick with the holes.

Next is the ‘shopping for the best value’ thing.  Yeeech.  Made much worse by my refusal to buy new and lose that 5% - 10% in value by the very act of driving off the lot. I know, I know - a car is not an investment; it’s just an expenditure.  But there’s no reason to go crazy. 

What I really prefer is to decide what I want, go get it and move on with my life.  Shopping around gives me a pain.  Especially when there are cretins like this one crawling around car lots:

Someone actually said this to Christina:  “Do you have your husband’s permission to buy a new car?"

She did a beautiful job of responding—I’d have rather punched the little wurst in the nose—but Christina’s choice was likely more painful in the long run.

So wish me luck; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Posted by Claire on 06/28 at 01:59 PM
  1. Good Luck and Thank you very much!

    ; )

    Posted by Christina  on  06/30/05  at  04:30 PM

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