4/28/10
I'm not really a car guy, but certain work situations have forced me to buy a new car.
When I moved to S. California, I thought I'd be able to resist the culture - that me and Jessica could live as a one-car household, so this purchase kind of feels like I've sold out.
I went in wanting a machine that simply took me from point A to point B and I didn't want to spend more than $12,000. $20,000 later, I end up with a 2009 Toyota Corolla (I went with Toyota cuz I thought it'd be easier... you know, bad press and no-stopping and all). I guess I got a pretty good deal - they were selling it under bluebook value - and learned that I have pretty good credit for someone my age - approved for 2.9 apr financing... whatever that means.
But for all the naysaying and smugness I feel toward car-commuting/drivers, I must say: it's fucking fun to drive. They won me over with the stick-shift. And in that way - my conflicting emotions of driving the car and my attitude about selling out - makes the car kind of feel like a whore. Like I feel dirty enjoying it so much.
I guess this is how people get their kicks when succumbing to domesticity.
When I moved to S. California, I thought I'd be able to resist the culture - that me and Jessica could live as a one-car household, so this purchase kind of feels like I've sold out.
I went in wanting a machine that simply took me from point A to point B and I didn't want to spend more than $12,000. $20,000 later, I end up with a 2009 Toyota Corolla (I went with Toyota cuz I thought it'd be easier... you know, bad press and no-stopping and all). I guess I got a pretty good deal - they were selling it under bluebook value - and learned that I have pretty good credit for someone my age - approved for 2.9 apr financing... whatever that means.
But for all the naysaying and smugness I feel toward car-commuting/drivers, I must say: it's fucking fun to drive. They won me over with the stick-shift. And in that way - my conflicting emotions of driving the car and my attitude about selling out - makes the car kind of feel like a whore. Like I feel dirty enjoying it so much.
I guess this is how people get their kicks when succumbing to domesticity.