To back the story up a sec: Wednesday afternoon, my mechanics (who I truly love dearly, but see a little too often) finally rang the death knell for my beloved ’95 Chevy Beretta. The $1500-2000 tab on getting it repaired was just TOO much, despite my affections for it and long-running memories with it. The Beretta was my first car, and it’s been with me from Georgia days onward to Saskatchewan.
So, once finding out how much my car was going to cost to repair, combined with the scary concept of adding new car payments/debt to our already beleaguered budget, I was a bit of a mess yesterday in dealing with this unexpected grown-up “news.”
My worries needn’t had been. On the recommendation of one of Jerry’s brothers, we checked out a local dealer, Joe 90′s. From 8th Street, I could see that they had the exact Matrix I’ve always loved from afar and we thought we check it out (at least to price compare). Stu, the owner, met us in the parking lot after getting in from a ride on his Harley. What a great guy!
So, long story short (and believe me, it’s a long but fun story), we’re now the owner of a car I’ve always wanted — even in the exact color I’ve wanted! Even better, the car payment we’re facing isn’t going to force us to eat KD or PB&Js for the next 5 years. Oh, but even better than that, I’ve now got a car that won’t leak fluids and one that I don’t have to worry if it’ll start or not.
Phew. And, yay.