She's going to drive from Reading to Great Barrington on Sunday to bring the car that I'll be using this year: it was my sister's, but she's gone to California to do god-knows-what for who-knows-how-long - it's a very bland, boring beige Toyota Corolla station wagon, and it's comfy to drive and gets good gas mileage! yay! I'm really happy about
(
Read more... )
My parents are paying the insurance, yes, but it's not really my car. It goes right back to them after I graduate. They just know that for the path I'm trying to take, the class (Greek) that I'm taking at Bard is necessary, and that the potential van schedule (they ended up not having a van this year cos everyone's driving) would have been really difficult-to-impossible for me. Every time I brought up the idea of a car for this year, I was told to go ahead and buy one...but when I signed up for the Bard class I was told that unless I was driving I might want to reconsider because they didn't have a van for that early in the day. Luckily Talya had decided she was gonna be outta there and working on random organic farms on the west coast by summer, so it was kind of a spare. And just happens to be the car of our household that I prefer to drive. Even thought it stinks of various cigarettes and patchouli oil and sometimes pot and other things that my sister's hippie friends (they're my friends too and I love 'em, mind) infest it with. But insurance sounds scarily like a bitch. I hope to be able for my younger adult life to live in a place when a car won't be remotely necessary or even particularly useful. I hate to think of the expense. But in a place like Great Barrington, or say in Reading, it's a freaking godsend.
(Did John ever tell you how the city of Cambridge would not let him get a parking permit to park his car on the street we're living on, unless he CHANGED his registration from Hampden to Cambridge? Even after he explained that it was only a temporary living situation? Such absolute rot. The car's happily living in Somerville most of the week.)
Reply
Insurance is not actually *that* scary, depending on where you live. It's actually relatively low, comparatively, so long as you're not registered in one of about 15 absolutely killer states, of which Massachusetts is #3, and has the most asinine insurance laws in the country, such that only two national companies will even do business there. Not even Geico will touch Massachusetts because of archaic insurance laws, though they'll even do New York and New Jersey, which are the top two - though those two are freaking EXPENSIVE, for obvious reasons. I actually looked into this a couple of months ago - it'll be more expensive than the norm for you because you're a younger driver, but thank whatever diety you happen to believe in that at least you're not male. Most places actually have fairly cheap insurance, usually depending on population density, insurance laws, and how badly people drive (the latter is not applicable in the south, where drivers, nay, *people*, are insane and insurance is still relatively low.) If you ever do get to that point, the stats are pretty easy to obtain on the interweb. I've also got an old set from earlier in the year knocking around in a private entry somewhere in the vicinity of April.
(He did not, because he knew that it would only fuel my hatred of Boston and the Boston area even further. HATE BOSTON. And hate that bullshit about street parking permits. Hate hate hate.)
Reply
Leave a comment