Today, perhaps because it wasn't raining, we went car shopping.
When I first imagined myself buying what could be the last new car of my life, I envisioned trying out all sorts of fancy SUV/crossover vehicles: Volkswagens, BMWs, Volvos, Saabs; maybe a Fiat 500 and a Mini Cooper too—because they're so damn cute.
But I knew I wanted AWD (because of all the skiing we don't actually do
. . .). And every single person I've talked to who has a Subaru says they can't imagine having anything else. And both the Forester and the Outback are at the top of their particular class in Consumer Reports. (Back to BMW: top of its, "sporty," class—oh Lord, maybe I made an awful mistake, not at least testing one of those?)
No, no, no. The point here is: when I settle on something, I settle. I don't go round and round and round. And what's more, I am very quick to settle. I don't have to test-drive every car in creation. It's perfectly possible the BMW crossover would have pleased me well—and, for a little extra cash, come in AWD—but I like to keep things simple.
So I tested three cars: a Honda CR-V, which was fine; a Subaru Forester, which was also fine; and a Subaru Outback, which won.
Jeff Romero, with whom we spent most of the day, most enjoyably |
Okay: it was brought there on the request of another customer who ended up not buying it. But then, exactly: there it sat—just for me.
That's how I ended up with the 4Runner, too—I was looking for a particular sort of vehicle (4WD, long and flat enough in the back to sleep in), and there it happened to be, brought in just the day before—which served me well for fifteen years and almost a quarter of a million miles.
I'm not superstitious, but: I like to pay attention to signs.
And our checking account happened to have pretty much exactly the right amount of change in it to purchase this one-of-a-kind Subaru Outback.
Alignments.
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Last night, I suggested to David that we head out this morning and catch the 10:40 showing of The Big Short—which we tried to go see after Christmas (#273)—and then go have lunch at a little cafe on the working wharf that I like and David hasn't tried yet.
But this morning, I had a different idea.
So I am calling this "one of those days when you think you might head out for a movie and lunch date and end up with a new car instead."
2 comments:
use in good health!
It seems that when one thing goes wrong and you fix it, the rest of the car gets jealous and demands the same attention. When this happens, I start looking for a new car. I would rather buy a new car than build a new one from the parts store. If you want a car that is going to last, go for a Subaru!
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