Some Random Car Thoughts

I've gotten the sense from some people that they expect me to be excited by the Kia, and I'm not. It's fine, truly, and having a reliable car is a great relief, but excited, no. The Boat, as we called my first car, is unbeatable in that regard, as you might imagine. I don't usually post pictures of myself here, but I can't resist this one. For throwback Thursday, here I am in June 1985, with the best car ever: a 1969 Cadillac convertible.

(The photo is a Polaroid, by the way.)

I went up to the car dealership at lunchtime today, and got the registration and inspection taken care of, so the car is officially All Set. Whew! That too is a relief.

Buying a car is such a big purchase, such a big deal. Second only to buying a home, right? And you pretty much have to live with your decision for years. Yet I came home from the dealership last Tuesday, kissed Carlos, and realized he's more important to me than the car. I need the car for logistic reasons, but I don't need it to fill a place in my heart. The cat does that.

A benefit to buying a used car versus a new one: I called the insurance company to switch my coverage over, and the rate was a little higher, yes. Before the policy cycles in November, I owe them another $2.47. I think I can scrape that together, somehow...