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I want a new car. I have hated my car since the day I got it. Well, maybe I don't hate it, it but I don't really like it. It doesn't look cool, It's not fast, it's not fun to drive, it's not good at hauling stuff, etc.. It is only good at one thing, and that is it gets me to work economically. I paid $5000 for it and have put about $1000 into repairs over the last 120,000 miles. Looking at it that way, how could I complain? This car has been great for me. Even if I decided to go for something like a hybrid for the better gas mileage, I figured out that accounting for the price difference, I would have to drive a Toyota Prius 340,000 miles before I broke EVEN.
For 3 1/2 years now I have tried really hard to be content. Every time I am tempted to get something new, I have to remind myself repeatedly that keeping this thing until it falls apart around me is the most sensible thing to do - and so far it has been working. But it is starting to get harder and harder. A couple of weeks ago, there was the MCDONALDS INCIDENT which was pretty hard to take. And then this week, my neighbor bought himself a RED CORVETTE.
NOTE: (not actual car)
Now, in my opinion, the Corvette is one of the greatest cars of all time. Ever since I was probably about 10 years old, I have promised myself that I would have one someday. Don't get me wrong, I don't hold any ill will towards my neighbor. In fact, I am happy for him. (now if it had been my OTHER neighber, it might be a different story - only because I would be afraid of the irreperable damage he would likely do to such a treasure), But it STILL makes we want to run as fast as I can to the nearest Chevy dealer, sign the papers, and drive away with the wind in my hair worrying about the financial consequences later. Sigh......
posted by Big A @ 1:28 PM
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But if you buy something new then the McDonalds lady will win. The last thing I want is for the McDonalds lady to win.
You could clean out your garage and buy a Corvette for "investment" purposes.
The only investing I have been doing lately has been "investing in my children" Which is a fancy way of saying I buy a lot of macaroni, hot dogs, and diapers.
If I get a corvette, then I am the one who wins.
Too bad I don't still have that Omega. I wonder what the McDonalds lady would think of that?
sigh... I have never owned a corvette. I owned an 88 Camaro Sport coupe. I owned that car longer than I have ever owned any other car (4 years - my average is about 6 mos - although that average is somewhat unfairly skewed by the 82 Buick I owned for 2 days).
One of the many regrets I have over the stupid things I have done is trading that Camaro in. THAT was a fun car to drive, but it was merely an appetizer for the main course that will someday be the Corvette.
And I never had a car with a steering wheel that fell off. I've had hoods, exhaust, floorboards, and gearshifts (ok, ok, those were all the same car) that just fell off, but never a steering wheel.
So you were confusing a corvette with an Oldsmobile Omega? Do you know ANYTHING about cars?
You can sell your car to me. I kinda like it.
you are an evil temptress - just like my wife (except for the evil part)
Was the omega the one thatwas several different colors till you spray-painted it black? The one with vanity plates that was worth more than the car?
Dad never forbid me to buy anything. But yes, that is the one.
The vanity plates were good for a laugh. I think those were Big A's momma's idea. I also remember some drama about the cancelation of insurance at the end of the summer.
And the time Andy hide under junk scattered in the back seat. Good times... good times.
yeah, the Vanity plates were my Birthday present. I still have those, you know..
I had paid for 6 months insurance ahead of time, but after three months I went off to school. I wanted the insurance cancelled so I could get the refund, but my dad had to drive it for a while because something was wrong with the Grand Am. In retrospect, that $300 refund wasn't that important - I probably would have blown it on pizza and cheezy bread. Instead I had to get a job at the pizza place so I could get FREE cheezy bread.
That wasn't junk - it was my clothes. I still laugh when I think about asking Andy to bring it to me and "clean it out" a little so I wouldn't be embarrassed in front of a girl. Not sure why the stuff in the backseat was more embarrasing than the black spray paint, the vinyl top held in place by duct tape, the hood that rattled badly because it wasn't connected at the hinges.......
What year was that?
The car was a 1981.
The events in question happened in the summer of 93
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