“I think I’m going to buy a car tomorrow! Hopefully. Maybe. Possibly. If I don’t chicken out.
I mean, I’m still going to take the bus/walk as much as possible. But a car would be really useful for days that I leave school late. It really creeps me out walking home in the dark by myself D: Also, it’ll be very useful for when I pick up another job and I’m getting out late, or for when I have to be doing errands that take me all across Creation. But anyway! The car that I was looking at today is a 2000 Taurus. And I mean, I couldn’t think of a more perfect car for a Taurus, than a Taurus! Get it?? Harr, harr. Fear not! That was a joke. I don’t usually make major monetary decisions based on the fact that I’m a Taurus. Well, I guess technically I do. But that’s beside the point. The two main reasons for my decision are that it’s selling for only $1,800, and the lot that I’m it buying from accepts checks. However, the fact that it’s only $1,800, and that the lot accepts checks also worries me. But I mean, I didn’t expect my first car to be a Bentley or anything like that, and wheels are wheels… I’m still not very sure, but hopefully after a good nights sleep, I’ll be more sure.”—
“The day I become cheap and frugal. No more one hundred and fifty dollar pairs of shoes, no sixty dollar sun glasses, no purchasing complete seasons of shows I love, no major amazon book orders. Nope, those days are gone. G-O-N-E, gone. Today marks the day I begin to save for my first car. I finally made the decision; I need my very own vehicle. I need a safe, dependable, well priced sedan (in a cute color, of course) to call my own. There are a million choices for leases, certified used, uncertified used, I’ve ruled purchasing any new cars out right out of the equation already but there are so many options left beyond that realm.
Since I have a lot of saving to do, I have a lot subsequent planning time. I’m doing some general googeling, opening a separate, special, bank account, and then I’m going to go on nice, lovely day of car spying. I plan on seeing just about every single car Connecticut has to offer me before I make a choice. After all, I could lease, or purchase used and each leaves me completely stuck with the car until it’s completely paid off.
I’m going to become a car expert. I’ll learn the ins and outs of what makes a good car good; safety, style, comfort, power, pricing… anything and everything. I’m quite obsessive, and I’ve got a bit of time to obsess.
So, heres to buying plain coffee in lieu of lattes, and generic instead of designer; here’s to you, my future automobile. May you be shiny, quick and high rating on the safety scale, (oh and a aux port and moon roof wouldn’t be a bad thing, either)!”—
“I should be excited for getting a new pal tomorrow. But somehow… i am sad. Whenever I think of selling the ol’ friend, I get really sad for some reason. It is my very first car, i had it for almost 7 years now, Its gettin ol’ and been sick for many reasons. Alot of memories grown as we go thru alot of things together…for 7 excellent years. I might be crazy of feelin’ like this. I just had to sell it because i’m gettin a new one. It’s tough to let it go, it’s tough to see it in other’s hand. Sitting in the car and thinking these are the last few days it will serve me, last few days driving it, last few days riding it, last few days sitting in it, Refill up the tank gets me even sadder.. “Ah, this is the last time i feed you up” =( Looking at every inch and every corner of the car brings up alot of the ol’ time memories…i’ve been thru the greatest moment of my teenage life with it, even the saddest moment of em’ all..say it again..it’s so tough to let it go. Tomorrow would be the day i had to leave it to some strangers. :’( Good bye ol’ friend.. good bye 689.”—Cigarettes And Love: Good bye.. old friend…you’re the best….
“My first car was a 1985 Ford Thunderbird. My dad drove it across the country (coast to coast, USA) before I learned how to drive. I got it one day, then eventually sold it to a friend with bad luck with cars - I think it exploded on him eventually, cars usually did with him.”—
My mom traded a quilt for my first car. It was an ‘87 Chevy Nova with duct tape pre-installed over the rust holes in the door. To make the car truly my own, I made a quick trip to Walmart for more duct tape, spray paint, and some fabric. By the time I was finished the ceiling was covered in leopard print, the steering wheel in bright pink and neon green tape, the gear knob replaced with a croquet ball, a rubber duck on the hood, and the car itself was neon green with pink and purple duct tape racing stripes.
I had some good times in that car. From my exhaust falling off a mile from work, to getting flashed by a girl in the car in front of me in an Arby’s drive thru (she was screaming “I LOVE YOUR DUCK!”).
Eventually though, I had to part with it. I ended up selling it to a minor and his emancipated girlfriend from West Virginia, who then hit a deer with the car and had to pay more to get it out of the impound than what I sold it to him for.