It’s one day later and I wish I could say the sticker shock of buying a new (used) car is ebbing off, but, alas, it’s not.
I’m so focused on car payments and higher insurance that I almost forgot to appreciate how the car starts on the first try, how it warms quickly and how it’s not making any funny sounds.
After work today, I decided to just drive it, really for no other reason than to get used to the feel of it.
It’s my third day with it and I’m still trying to get comfortable in it.
And then there’s the parking. I always back in to parking spaces, as opposed to driving in to them, and the higher back end is throwing me off. No, I haven’t hit anyone parking in the past and I have no intention to now.
Today’s drive made me think back to my last car. When I took it for a test drive, we melded. Everything fit me like it was built for me. It was so comfortable. I never realized how comfortable I’d gotten in the old girl until I got this one. And this one, well, this one’s different, we’re different and we’re feeling each other out.
We each have an attitude: My car is a three-piece suit with a dry martini; I’m jeans and a T-shirt with a scotch.
Eventually, I’ll refer to it as a he or she and maybe even give it a name, but that might be a while into our relationship. We need to get to know each other better first.