Cars
December 7, 2005 – 3:43 pmWell, my 240sx bit the dust on Friday. Immediately AFTER I filled it up with $30 worth of gas and $20 worth of oil (which is completely drained every two weeks due to massive leaking).
I wasn’t more than 100 feet from the auto store where I stopped to buy the oil when my car starts pouring huge billowing clouds of white smoke from the exhaust. I parked it in the nearest parking lot (a church - go figure) and called for a ride back to the office.
I reserved a rental car on the internet over the weekend to keep me mobile while I had my car worked on. But Friday, before I left work, I downloaded the PDF loan application from my banks website, filled it out and faxed it in.
Monday I called to get myself on the schedule with the mechanic at Destin Automotive. They didn’t have an opening until Friday so my car has to sit in that church parking lot for four more days. So I swing by there and ask the lady at the front desk if that’s ok and I get the thumbs up from her.
Tuesday the bank called me to say that I had been approved pending verification of my income. I faxed them a pay stub and two hours later I had a check for twenty thousand dollars. That day at work I called the local Toyota dealer to see about getting that Scion I’ve had my eye on for a few weeks now. I made an appointment to go see him after work and maybe test drive one.
All they had in stock were automatics (ugh!). Regardless, I sat in it and reveled in it’s beauty. Both of the cars they had on the lot were black and I had told the dealer that I was looking for silver. But after seeing the black one I started to doubt my original choice. The dealer had already started his search for a silver five-speed though and I dare not interupt him for fear of prolonging the arrival of my new car.
He called me this afternoon to tell me that he had found me a car and he could have it here no later than the 15th. It was still on the ship from Europe or wherever they ship them from. There was just one catch, it wasn’t silver. It was black.
“Where do I sign” I asked.
