Speaking of Cars

At this juncture in my life, alas, I do not have a one-of-kind car to worry about transporting anywhere.  There was a time when I was rabidly protective of my car – the 1975 Pontiac Trans Am, the 1976 Silver Anniversary Corvette, the luxurious Lincoln Mark VIII’s I tooled around in for a few years.

The only car of which I’ve been even remotely possessive of late was my 2007 Saab 9.3 Turbo, which I had to give up when the stupid dealer wouldn’t entertain my off-lease purchase offer.  Stupid Saab – and they were on the verge of bankruptcy at the time.

Anyway, unfortunately now I’m in “old lady” car mode.  I drive a 2010 Ford Fusion, which is a nice car of its kind, but is just so amazingly common its pitiful.  I never intended to drive a common car.   It was not in my life plan, back in my salad days when Dream #2 was becoming a race car driver (this was long before Danica Patrick’s time).

But at least I own my Fusion, after almost two decades of leasing cars.  I’m done with that…I like owning my car, because I can get rid of it when I want to, not when some arbitrary lease agreement tells me I can.   Of course, the only problem with owning a car is that you feel a certain sense of responsibility to take care of it, to make sure it’s properly maintained and repaired.  With lease cars, it’s not that much of an issue – how much can go wrong in two years?  and do you really care because you’ll just be giving it back anyway?

When you own a car, it’s more important to find a good automotive repair shop – like a trusted family practitioner, one who knows the basics about the internal workings of your particular model, but can refer you on to a specialist if needed.

Luckily I haven’t yet needed this service.  My Fusion is still a veritable infant in terms of car life.

But I hope if/when the time comes that I do, I’ll find a mechanic who isn’t related to Omar.


2 thoughts on “Speaking of Cars

  1. This post is timely, as my 2001 Hyundai Elantra just stopped blowing cool air just as it’s getting hot. And when I pulled into the driveway a couple of hours ago, I heard a loud knocking sound under the hood. It’s nice to have a car that’s paid for, and we took great care of it. But at 100,000 miles and paint peeling off the roof, I’m ready for my convertible BMW. 🙂 Sorry kids. Not sure how you’ll get around. But Mommy is ready to ride in style. Two doors. Top down.

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