All photos by Garry Armstrong
Let me begin by saying there’s nothing wrong with our car. It’s six years old, but has only 35,000 miles on it. Doesn’t have any dents, scratches, or funny noises coming out of the engine. The only reason for checking out the deals at our dealer is they sent us letter offering us more money than we owe — as in a lot more. So I figured I’d check it out.
They sent a letter offering us more than $17,000, but when we got there, it was only $10,000 plus a $2.000 rebate. I’m not sure what they figure is going to happen when they offer you a lot of money by mail, then offer you a lot less when you get to the dealership. I suppose they figure your lust for a new car will overcome your commonsense and we’d buy a new car even though there’s nothing wrong with the one we’ve got.
Of the things that seems to have happened to me as I’ve aged is I do very little lusting for stuff. Except cameras, lenses, computers and home repairs. I lust for a new kitchen, a new refrigerator, range. Someone to peel off old wallpaper and repaint the interior.
We are repairing the deck. We found someone who will fix it rather than replacing it — a tidy savings of about $20,000, give or take a few grand. While he is at it, we will fix the the dining room door, paint the deck, haul away some outsize trash. It’s not cheap to get rid of trash these days. It can cost as much money to dump old stuff as do new work.
I do not lust for cars. To be fair, I never did — except for sports cars that were impractical and uncomfortable, but I wanted one anyway. There was an older Corvette in the parking lot at the dealer that made my heart beat a little faster, but the people who owned it didn’t seem inclined to giving it to us. Oh well.
I wanted a new car just like the one we have, but with dark rather than light upholstery. But, when the numbers rolled out, it was nowhere near a price we could pay.
We kept our car.
Our dealer may not be the best dealer in the world, but has by far the most entertaining and fun dealership. It’s more like a retro mall than a car dealership. Garry took pictures and we went home in our own car.