Thursday, December 11, 2008

Breaking Up With A Pickup-Truck

Well I haven't posted in a few weeks, I thought I'd catch you all up on my life. Finals are over and done with, I got an A in CALCULUS, which I makes me grin every time I think about it, and now it's Christmas break.

I've also been looking at cars (I've actually been doing this for over a year now... I'm kind of slow at it). All week long I've had my heart set on a certain red Mazda pickup that was repo'ed by my credit union. It's a stick shift, and I am not exactly able to drive a stick shift, but I am willing to learn. My friend Jonny drove it around for me and said it seemed to run okay, and today I took it to a garage to get it looked at. When the mechanic called me back, he said, "Where did you find this thing?" I told him, and he said, "Turn around and take it right back to them." I wanted to cry. He said the muffler was crap, the oil had been low for a long time and had screwed up everything, and the rednecks who owned the truck before me took it "muddin'" too much and got grit all up in the guts of the car.

This has happened to me before. I fall in love with a car, it seems fine from the outside, and I take it to get it looked at, only to discover it has all kinds of invisible problems. Although if I had known what a muffler looked like before today, I bet I could have gotten under that car and determined for myself that it was about to fall off.

I went back to the credit union and handed over the keys to the truck. As I walked out of the bank into the cold, melodramatic rain, I felt like I had just broken up with someone -- someone who was really attractive and fun and seemed like a good guy from the outside, but turned out to be kind of a loser and definitely a Republican upon closer inspection. Goodbye, red Mazda. I hope you find someone who will put up with your flaws.

2 comments:

Jonny said...

Aww....that's a bummer. Maybe you'll find a nice Democratic truck, a blue Tacoma perhaps. There are more fish in the sea, or more lug nuts in the junk yard.

Marie said...

does this mean we get to go car shopping together for real this time?