My 2003 Chevrolet has decided to bite the dust. Again. Last time, a local dealer said it needed a
motor. I nearly wept. With 233,000+ miles, I highly doubt that our
friends @Chevy make ‘em as good as ol Bessie. This go round, she croaked on
Scott on the way home from work.
He was able to nurse the old girl home in 2nd
gear. She made it, but barely. He thinks it’s the transmission. Our son Brandon, thinks it’s possibly
solenoids in/on the transmission. At
this point, we can only hope and pray that it isn’t terminal.
Of course, she only acts up when there is another major bill
due. Like you know, tuition. Of course last time it nearly died, it was
two weeks before Christmas and 3 weeks before spring tuition was due. When is summer tuition due, you ask? Only in 8 days.
It is the curse of the Thorpes’ and how it normally works in
racing. If it’s gonna break down or tear
up, it normally does the day before Scott leaves to go out of town. Semantics, two days before he goes out of
town. Regardless, we are down to one
wore out vehicle.
I know, go buy a new one.
Have you met me? I’m probably one
of the most frugal accountants you’ll ever meet. I like to plan a purchase and hunt the best
price. 80% of our furniture is either 2nd
hand or given to us. I don’t thrift, I
just don’t like to shop. And I
especially abhor car shopping.
Note: We did recently
purchase our eldest a brand spanking new 2018 Rav4. Her previous car was about dead and it too
only broke down when Dad was out of town.
Since she is an extremely motivated student and has Zell plus other
scholarships and works multiple part time gigs, we decided to go ahead and
purchase new. Plus a Toyota. She has aspirations of grad school and to
become an orthopedic physician’s assistant.
I wanted to purchase a car that she could get 10 solid years out of.
Conversely, my usual car philosophy is buy lightly used and drive until they
are dead. Wring all the goody out of
them, and then get some more. I’ve only
bought two vehicles since I graduated from college, not counting the Rav4. Occasionally, when we are going through a
breakdown, I get pissed and look. Then I
get even madder at Detroit. Have you
seen those car prices? Outrageous.
But just in case an overly generous person is reading and
feels sorry for me, I want a Tahoe, a shiny red one, preferably with a heated steering wheel for
my arthritic hands. Heated seats are
pretty standard these days and a backup camera for my achy shoulders would be bliss. Hit me up for the delivery address.
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