I bought a car today.
This may not sound so amazing until you realise that I haven’t owned a car in many years. So many, in fact that I can barely remember the last car I owned. (Black, Ford Escort MK2 actually. Yeah, that one. Yanno, humpback bridge, steering lockout, accident? That one).
Anyway.. I’ve spent the last few weeks checking ads daily, researching and the like. All those boring things one does to make sure an informed decision comes along. I had resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to afford a nice car. I would only be able to get an older rusty hopefully not expensive to keep on the road car.
And I was quite ready for that. I had heard about an old Honda Accord that was still in acceptable condition. So yesterday I drove out to see it. And was wickedly disappointed. So rusty that it was dust in a couple of places. Dead hornets along the back window. My heart sank.
I spotted another small white car – White Nissan Sentra. Also around the same price as the Honda. Less rust. Seemed in good enough condition. I made an appointment to test drive it today. Quite ready to drive it into the ground.
On the lot was a dusty blue vehicle in amazing shape. I walked around it several times and just knew that I wouldn’t be able to afford it. Not ever. Not a hope in hell.
This morning, I asked how much it was. Curious I suppose. I mean, seriously, this car has no rust. The interior is in imaculate shape. New tires. LOW MILEAGE. (I live in the mountains.. it’s normal here for a 4 year old car to have over 100,000 KMs on it already.)
“Oh.. that one. Nice car that. I’d recommend it to anyone. $1700. We checked over the engine, everything’s OK.”
My heart stopped. Sure, that was more than I wanted to pay. Once you choose to buy an old clunker, you make a hard decision about how much you are willing to spend on a car that you won’t be able to drive more than two years. What’s the point. But this little blue car was suddenly within the original parameters I’d set up for myself. Cautiously I opened up to the idea that I might have a nice car again.
And now I do! And no, it’s not metallic blue!
OK, time for a little background. About 6 months before I moved to Canada, I had a tarot reading done my an old pal of mine. In the reading, he stated a few things. One: I was going to have 14 children. Or cats. Or Coveners. Or the cats would be Coveners.. Two: I was moving to Canada (This was before deciding I was going to do so. Which is another long long story) and Three: Never ever ever drive a metallic blue car, or I’d die.
Well… Five and a half months later I suddenly moved to Canada. And by suddenly I mean I decided, and three weeks later was camped on a friends sofa waiting for a flight out to begin a new life. *nods* I’m like that..
I am a High Priestess now. I’ve run a coven for over ten years. I’ll probably have about 14 or 15 coveners over the years..
and I’ve never ever ever driven a metallic blue car. But I do own a dusty dark blue 1997 Chevrolet Cavalier in excellent condition.
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