A Game of Musical Cars

Oy. I never got to write my entry last night for various reasons, although I actually had the sense to write down what I wanted to write about while I was waiting to get my nails done. However, I shall pass on most of that, perhaps to return at some future time, because last night when the Hubs got home, the crap hit the fan, car-wise.

Let me back track. I have said before that although we have three cars, they are all old bombs. The three cars have a combined book value of zero. The newest among them is my Tracker, which has over 125,000 miles on it.

These means that we are often bringing cars to and from the mechanic as if we're playing a game of musical chairs and hoping that everything will work out in the end. This week, we were supposed to have the Hubs' car in on Monday and K's on Tuesday, but the Hubs' stretched into two days, since they had to wait for a part, and when K got in from Boston last night, she said she needed her car today, so we picked it up and re-scheduled for Thursday. The Hubs had my car yesterday and I had his after I had swapped it for K's at the mechanic's in the afternoon.

Still with me?

When the Hubs got home, which was maybe 9.30, he said the passenger window in my car was stuck open. Again. We had this fixed last year, and the master switch for the windows on the driver's side, too. That one was a bitch, because it took them nearly a week to find the part. It's a ten year old car -- this weekend, I bought it on Labor Day -- and it's not like it was the most popular car ever made, so there aren't a lot of parts out there.

Last night, K and I perused the used car listings on the cable channel for cars. I found a suitable used Tracker at a dealer not far from here. There were actually several listings for Trackers; K says that's because we're the only people who buy them. Why was I looking for yet another one? Because it's a car I can buy without researching the model, the reliability, and so on.

And then, I didn't sleep all night. I hate that.

When I got up this morning, I went to the mechanic, swapped tomorrow's appoint for K's car with my car. He said he'd have to take the door apart to see what's wrong. Ugh.

And then I went and looked at the "new" used Tracker, and I put down a deposit on it. I'm going to bring it to my mechanic to look over tomorrow, and then, I hope I can have it on Friday or Saturday.

I hate this buying a new car. It seems like such a waste when my car works, all except the window. But things are just going to keep going. On my way home, the Service Engine light came on. And I don't have to care.

So K and I will be sharing her car until I get mine. Even if it stretches until next week, I can walk to work, if I have to. I probably should walk to work anyway. It's only about a mile away.

So that's my story. All the rest of my life will have to wait, for now. Some of them are good ones, too.


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