AHHH YESSSS
I've had my driver's license since last September.
No one's been wanting to take me car shopping for one reason or another: "they're going to try to screw you over", "I'm too busy working", "you need a job first", "you can't drive because it's too dangerous", blah, blah, blah.
So I kind of lost all hope not too long after getting the license and continued loafing around the house as has been my default position. What motivation did I have? Sure, there was the motivation to get a job and save money so I could buy the car, but come on. I had/have enough in savings to afford a decent-yet-cheap car on my own. I've been spoiled. It's your fault for spoiling me. And who would blame me? People with less money than I have feel entitled to buy shit they don't fucking need on credit.
Considering my lousy experience with the bus last weekend, I decided I need a fucking car.
So I asked Micheline if she'd drive me to Syracuse sometime while she's still in Fulton so I could shop around. We went today. (Well, technically yesterday. Wednesday.)
We stopped at Fuccillo Hyundai.
I was shown a black 2003 Hyundai Accent that was well within my relatively loosely-defined budget. I got in, drove it around the lot. Comfortable fit. I rolled all the windows up and down, half to make sure they all worked, and half just for my own amusement. I went inside, talked to some baldy named Cliff who had swooped on me as soon as we got out of Micheline's car. He tried to get me to get in touch with various family members to cosign a loan so I could leave with the car right away, but I still was a little hesitant. I asked if I could take it off the lot, and he said yes. So I got to drive up and down Erie Boulevard a couple times with it, testing its acceleration and braking, switching lanes, doing U-turns (a necessity on Erie Boulevard...), putting on the radio, etc, etc. Everything seemed workable and in good condition.
I think this is my car. I can't wait any goddamn longer.
So. In conclusion.
Fuccillo Hyundai is now in possession of $2500 of my money as a deposit, which is half of what I decided to make as a down payment.
I've just got to make some phone calls tomorrow, see if I can get financing without a co-signer through my credit union, and see about insurance. Hopefully by this time next week I will own my own car.
After so much implicit bullshit from my family, and so much doubt and insecurity on my part, it feels so good to have just gone out and done it. And now I actually have motivation to get a job and start doing shit, because I'll have car payments to make and a way to get to the things I want to get to, rather than just some intangible goal to keep feebly attempting to strive for.
YAY.
No one's been wanting to take me car shopping for one reason or another: "they're going to try to screw you over", "I'm too busy working", "you need a job first", "you can't drive because it's too dangerous", blah, blah, blah.
So I kind of lost all hope not too long after getting the license and continued loafing around the house as has been my default position. What motivation did I have? Sure, there was the motivation to get a job and save money so I could buy the car, but come on. I had/have enough in savings to afford a decent-yet-cheap car on my own. I've been spoiled. It's your fault for spoiling me. And who would blame me? People with less money than I have feel entitled to buy shit they don't fucking need on credit.
Considering my lousy experience with the bus last weekend, I decided I need a fucking car.
So I asked Micheline if she'd drive me to Syracuse sometime while she's still in Fulton so I could shop around. We went today. (Well, technically yesterday. Wednesday.)
We stopped at Fuccillo Hyundai.
I was shown a black 2003 Hyundai Accent that was well within my relatively loosely-defined budget. I got in, drove it around the lot. Comfortable fit. I rolled all the windows up and down, half to make sure they all worked, and half just for my own amusement. I went inside, talked to some baldy named Cliff who had swooped on me as soon as we got out of Micheline's car. He tried to get me to get in touch with various family members to cosign a loan so I could leave with the car right away, but I still was a little hesitant. I asked if I could take it off the lot, and he said yes. So I got to drive up and down Erie Boulevard a couple times with it, testing its acceleration and braking, switching lanes, doing U-turns (a necessity on Erie Boulevard...), putting on the radio, etc, etc. Everything seemed workable and in good condition.
I think this is my car. I can't wait any goddamn longer.
So. In conclusion.
Fuccillo Hyundai is now in possession of $2500 of my money as a deposit, which is half of what I decided to make as a down payment.
I've just got to make some phone calls tomorrow, see if I can get financing without a co-signer through my credit union, and see about insurance. Hopefully by this time next week I will own my own car.
After so much implicit bullshit from my family, and so much doubt and insecurity on my part, it feels so good to have just gone out and done it. And now I actually have motivation to get a job and start doing shit, because I'll have car payments to make and a way to get to the things I want to get to, rather than just some intangible goal to keep feebly attempting to strive for.
YAY.