Foreign World

OMG. I had a nervous breakdown last night. I am trying to buy a new car and I must say - holy stressful, Batman! I spent six hours Friday test driving and looking and pretty much landed on a car. I've been in an SUV for a decade and I love it, but I need better fuel efficiency and gas ain't gettin' any cheaper. I am also poor and recovering from a poor credit background. Not so much anymore, but they still don't like me too much at banks.

So here's the deal: I am a brat and want what I want. I want to be comfortable with my seat warmer, I must have a sun roof. Bluetooth and IPod are fairly standard on newer cars. So there we have it. I've landed on a dealership of choice and a car of choice, and then they show me the upgrade with the Navigation. Seriously? Now I want that one. I want my car to talk to me! But I can't afford it.

Three plus hours of sitting in an office, crunching numbers, going back and forth, I finally walked out. I couldn't do it. It was too much. I held my breath, got my keys back and bawled as I walked to my Jeep. It was so overwhelming. Today, I try again. I'm holding out and waiting for them to contact me with a better offer. If not, I will eventually call and accept the original car I wanted (minus Nav).

See, I just had my car appraised and I thought it was worth about $8500. Turns out it's more like $5000. And I owe $10000. Shit. They practically offered what I thought it was worth, gave me a 4.9% interest rate and I just can't walk away. No one else is going to find me as attractive.

So, German engineering, I hope to be driving you to my place this evening. The suspension was tight, the seat comfortable, the acceleration amazing. I hope there isn't a speeding ticket in my future. But I'm ready for some Satellite radio, sunroof and seat heater and a cruise on the highway tonight.

Bring it!