I bought a car today
what have I done?
winds of change
I was sittting on the beach today and from out of no where a shaggy golden retriever happened upon me and pounced on top of my beer and my backpack and scattered sand all over me and tipped my beer into the sand and all of a sudden I felt like summer was over so I immediately packed up and left......and I also bought a car.
posted by el Craplastico | 5:07:00 PM
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It's a 1990 Pontiac 6000 LE with 67K. I bought it from an elderly gentleman named Wallie. He lives at a senior's trailer park I walk by on my way to and from work. How cliche, huh? I'm sure he just drove it to church and back.
Although Wallie's smoking habit has stained the general smell of the interior I kind of like that. I imagine that smell will never go away and for some reason it comforts me. He had the radio preset to our local station that features hits from the 50's..Sinatra, Dean, Tony Bennett....that comforts me too.
I bought the car for $1600 and today I discover if I got my money's worth. It's in for a check-up as I write. I am hoping to hear good things and I am preparing to hear that I bought a heap just waiting to explode or worse! Perhaps Wallie isn't a sweet old man. Maybe he is evil or worse!
This is the third vehicle I have owned and I purchased this one because I most likely will be moving to a horse ranch in the near future. I should have bought a Ford F-950 (is there such a monster?) I will be moving in with my lady.....and horses. One of my chores will be shoveling their poop...the horses, that is. I like that idea.
Doing the car thing is very, very weird for me and the weirdness has been reflected by the reactions of those who know me. As I've told friends, family they look at me with shock and say something like, "You did what?!?" I like that....I like that I once owned that mystique. It's gone now.
People identify me as a person not owning a car which places me in a unique category of Americans. I fit in somewhere with the too old, too young, too poor, too ill, too righteous, too conscious, to-own-a-car-crowd. not anymore. Now I'm one of them (probably one of you). I am part of the problem now. Part of the addiction, part of the war. Now I am a vehicle owner and I will feed it money and gas in hopes that it gets me to the places I hope to go. I will curse it when it fails and praise it when it does what it is supposed to do. I will assign it an almost human identity and perhaps I will even name it. I will act stupid and self-righteous about it and sometimes make an ass of myself on its behalf.
I chose this though and now I will live with my decision and my car.
If you like shoveling poop, have I got a job for You!!!
no, but seriously, how did the meeting with the mechanic go?
Your fans are waiting for the update!
I hope it's not too much of a depressing story to share.
The looks of the car are eerily similar to the chevy celebrity, aka "mom" that I sold for 300 bux in '95. I hope this car treats you as well as that car treated me, except for a longer period of time.
Wallie isn't evil...but I did invest a chunk of change in hopes this ride will last.
new shocks
new brakes
new muffler = $760
Hey, what can you do? I could have skipped all of it and wound up on the side of the highway on a dark and scary night. So in total I shelled about $2400 and I hope I don't have to do it again too soon.
Maybe I should have just bought your Chevy once upon a time.
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