New Car

After a brief discussion with DH about buying a new car (well, not NEW, but new to me) he decided that I was indeed an emotional buyer who was easily pressured. That meant he had to come along to be the voice of reason, perhaps the only one in my head, when making such a major purchase.

I had my heart set on a Toyota Sequoia, the BIG SUV. I was ready to be king of the road, and if laying down 15 or 20 grand was what it took, sobeit. I searched, found two, and test drove one. It was 20 grand. The other one I found was 38 grand. No way I can afford that, no matter what the salesman assures me the payments will be. NO FREAKING WAY am I EVER going to spend that much of my hard-earned dinero on anything!!!

The voice of reason chimed in, saying "Why don't we look at the Chevys?" We have always owned Chevys. They are mid-line American vehicles. I wanted something foreign and flashy for once. To humor him, more than anything, I said "why not" and off to Kolar we went.

The first car we looked at was a Tahoe. It was red. The doors were open. The mileage was decent. The front seat was a bench seat. Upon further inspection, this Tahoe seated nine people, got better mileage than our faithful Suburbans, and was pretty slick. It was red, after all. I was sold when I counted the seatbelts and there were indeed 9 of them. We could all feasibly ride in one vehicle, albeit crammed in like sardines. It was totally legal.

DH did all the wheeling and dealing, which really didn't entail much. We asked the salesman what they wanted for the truck and he told us. The price was far better than I expected it to be. Then DH offered him $600 less, just on principle. The guy checked with his sales manager, who okayed the deal. All we had to do was sign.

And now we have a pimped out ride that we all fit in. It may look like a clown car with all of us Ericksons weighing it down, but its red. How could it be wrong?