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I got back in to Denton last night, after a hectic week-long visit that was only supposed to last 4 days.
Unfortunately, I had no time to go back to my apartment, so I literally drove from straight Houston to my job for the evening shift.
I didn't actually set foot into my apartment until a quarter past 11.
We went car shopping on Monday evening, bought the car Tuesday (yesterday) morning and I drove back to Dallas with it that same day.
SIKE!
I did NOT get the BMW. I did beg my parents to reconsider, but it was a no go.
It's a shame, because that car was gorgeous. A 2003 BMW for under 10 grand, and my parents passed it up. *smh*
I don't know what they were thinking.
My real car:
Meet Silver the Sebring. It's a 2002 year model with a V6 engine.
I didn't pick the name Silver. Unlike the BMW, which I named within seconds (I was going to call it Fancy =[ ), this car didn't have an obvious "personality" and I didn't know what the hell to call it.
So yesterday morning, when I went to go say goodbye to my favorite cousins, I invited them to come outside and see my new car.
They asked me what its name was (they all knew that I had called my old car Rufus) and I told them that I didn't know what to name it.
Mikey, the youngest boy (he'll be 4 in Nov.) exclaimed that I should name it Silver.
Of course, his twin sister seconded this idea, followed by their three older siblings AND my two cousins visiting from London (ages 3 and 4) who had spent the night at their house.
So I had 3 3-year-olds, a 4-year-old, a 5-year-old, a 7-year-old, and an 8-year-old all clamoring at me to name my car Silver.
I didn't want to disappoint them and plus, Mikey is my favorite my little elf my baby my little man, so I named it Silver especially for him, even though the car is technically metallic blue.
The neatest thing is that it came with a security system already installed.
The keyless remote allows me to start my car's engine without entering it or even unlocking the doors. I can start it up and stop it again with one button.
I also found out that the remote has a "kill-switch" on it. The engine starter can only turn off the engine ONLY if the car is still not in gear.
The "kill-switch" simply kills the engine regardless of it's in gear or not.
We didn't get an owner's manual for the security system (or the car for that matter), so guess how I found out about the kill-switch?
On my way home from work after 5 hours in the car and 4 more at a job I hate, thinking only of my bed, I was speeding along on the freeway when all of a sudden, the car died.
All the dashboard guage needles dropped to their baselines. The gas gauge was at 0, the RPM count was at 0, the Speedometer was at 0--even though I was still coasting. Even the fucking engine-temperature gauge was at 0!
I pressed the gas, and nothing. Luckily I had been driving at about 80 mph, so I still had enough momentum to crawl safely onto the shoulder.
I called my dad and started freaking out to the point that I barely noticed the keyless remote beeping wildly.
I looked at it, and noticed an engine icon with an X through it flashing on the LCD display.
Apparently, my knee had bumped against the kill-switch while it was dangling from the ignition.
It was a fun experience.
Despite everything, I AM happy to have a car that was built in this century.
Oh, and Rufus got a reprieve! In the two hours between the time we traded him in, and I was set to leave for Denton, my parents decided it might be a good idea to save Rufus for my younger brother, who will be driving soon.
By the time I reached Dallas, my dad had paid the car dealer the trade-in value we got for him and brought him home.
So I'll still be able to see him when I go home for holidays =]
Unfortunately, I had no time to go back to my apartment, so I literally drove from straight Houston to my job for the evening shift.
I didn't actually set foot into my apartment until a quarter past 11.
We went car shopping on Monday evening, bought the car Tuesday (yesterday) morning and I drove back to Dallas with it that same day.
SIKE!
I did NOT get the BMW. I did beg my parents to reconsider, but it was a no go.
It's a shame, because that car was gorgeous. A 2003 BMW for under 10 grand, and my parents passed it up. *smh*
I don't know what they were thinking.
My real car:
Meet Silver the Sebring. It's a 2002 year model with a V6 engine.
I didn't pick the name Silver. Unlike the BMW, which I named within seconds (I was going to call it Fancy =[ ), this car didn't have an obvious "personality" and I didn't know what the hell to call it.
So yesterday morning, when I went to go say goodbye to my favorite cousins, I invited them to come outside and see my new car.
They asked me what its name was (they all knew that I had called my old car Rufus) and I told them that I didn't know what to name it.
Mikey, the youngest boy (he'll be 4 in Nov.) exclaimed that I should name it Silver.
Of course, his twin sister seconded this idea, followed by their three older siblings AND my two cousins visiting from London (ages 3 and 4) who had spent the night at their house.
So I had 3 3-year-olds, a 4-year-old, a 5-year-old, a 7-year-old, and an 8-year-old all clamoring at me to name my car Silver.
I didn't want to disappoint them and plus, Mikey is my favorite my little elf my baby my little man, so I named it Silver especially for him, even though the car is technically metallic blue.
The neatest thing is that it came with a security system already installed.
The keyless remote allows me to start my car's engine without entering it or even unlocking the doors. I can start it up and stop it again with one button.
I also found out that the remote has a "kill-switch" on it. The engine starter can only turn off the engine ONLY if the car is still not in gear.
The "kill-switch" simply kills the engine regardless of it's in gear or not.
We didn't get an owner's manual for the security system (or the car for that matter), so guess how I found out about the kill-switch?
On my way home from work after 5 hours in the car and 4 more at a job I hate, thinking only of my bed, I was speeding along on the freeway when all of a sudden, the car died.
All the dashboard guage needles dropped to their baselines. The gas gauge was at 0, the RPM count was at 0, the Speedometer was at 0--even though I was still coasting. Even the fucking engine-temperature gauge was at 0!
I pressed the gas, and nothing. Luckily I had been driving at about 80 mph, so I still had enough momentum to crawl safely onto the shoulder.
I called my dad and started freaking out to the point that I barely noticed the keyless remote beeping wildly.
I looked at it, and noticed an engine icon with an X through it flashing on the LCD display.
Apparently, my knee had bumped against the kill-switch while it was dangling from the ignition.
It was a fun experience.
Despite everything, I AM happy to have a car that was built in this century.
Oh, and Rufus got a reprieve! In the two hours between the time we traded him in, and I was set to leave for Denton, my parents decided it might be a good idea to save Rufus for my younger brother, who will be driving soon.
By the time I reached Dallas, my dad had paid the car dealer the trade-in value we got for him and brought him home.
So I'll still be able to see him when I go home for holidays =]