Well, consider me spanked.
It was probably no more than 2 weeks after my bold, manly post that my car said “ummm, die.” And then it died. (actually it was way more dramatic than that. First it did this thing where it wouldn’t go up to the next gear, and then when I went to turn off the radio to see what sounds the engine was making it made a pretty BIG sound! And then there was the terrible, terrible grinding sound it started making in the lowest gear. And in the third gear it would just let go periodically and do that “RrrrrrrrreeeeEEEEEEEE!!!!” sound when the engine just revved maniacally… “died” is much better.)
Here’s what you need to know from my car experience: transmissions are good. They’re important, and really every car should have one. One that works, and shifts the gears. All the gears.
Now that my car has only the “non-working, and probably coming apart each time I try to use it” kind of transmission, and is also 13-14 years old, and ALSO only cost me about $3000 to buy it when I bought it 8 or so years ago, it’s time to move on to a new (used) car.
So now lookit me: I’m Joe “Lookin’ for a car!” Guy!
Here’s what I’m shopping for:
- Not more than a decade old
- Something with sufficient space, preferably a wagon
- Reasonable cost for parts (because no matter what I’ll have mechanic bills. It’s how I roll)
- NOT an SUV
- More than 2 doors. We’d accept 4, 5… but not 2.
- Goes “boop boo-BEEP!” when I walk away from it. (I admit I’ve been jonsing for a while to get a car that says bye-bye when you walk away. Love the bonding.)
- Little to no blood stains visable on any of the carpeting.
- That it have some carpeting.
- That a Carfax report on this used car doesn’t include the words “flood”, “inferno” or “possessed by Satan”
- Has never been filled with cigarette smoke. Or Pina colada air freshener. (shudder)
- Not white. (its gonna look filthy enough without that.)
I’m gonna go on some test drives of cars tomorrow. Not that I’m ready to buy. But I’m definitely ready to WANT to buy. And that’s really the first step. (or possibly accepting that I have a problem. Which I totally, totally do.)