Vroom

Well, I didn’t get the car. I wanted to. Unfortunately, through a series of confusing (or nefarious) events, I didn’t test drive the one I wanted to look at. I’m looking at a getting a Honda CR-V. They’re reliable as fuck, they drive nice, and I love the way they look. Bonus, I can sleep in the back during my camping trip.

I saw a decent one in my price range, a 2011 with about 100k miles on it for about $9000. There’s a big dealership in my town, with offices on either side of the street. Each side sells different makes of car. Somehow, I accidentally ended up in contact with the internet department on Side A. She’d been emailing me all week about a car I had no interest in. However, Side B had a CR-V I was interested in, but the internet guy there never replied. Side A emailed this afternoon asking if she could do anything for me. I said, “Sure, get me in for a test drive on the CR-V across the street.” We worked out a time. I expected to look at a 2011 with a typical amount of mileage on it.

When I showed up at the prearranged time, the salesman tossed me into a 2011 CR-V, as expected. The price tag in the window was about $2200 higher than the one I planned to see, but it also says it’s the MSRP. I thought, “oh, maybe that’s why the site said this was a great deal.” Stupid me, didn’t notice the fact the one I was test driving

WAS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT COLOR.

However, it’s a fucking awesome car. Not only that, but it’s got only 50k miles on it. I swear, this is the stereotypical “little old lady drives it to church and back”. The CARFAX¹ had only 5 service reports on it – the regular service every 10,000 miles.

Consequently, it totally killed me to leave it there over fucking $70/month. I hate being a responsible adult.

¹ Yes, I know CARFAX only shows what’s actually reported. I married a former car salesman, you know.