you are what you drive

I got my new car on Tuesday… but let me be clear, I got my brand new car on Tuesday. And this car is so much like me, I have decided the only thing I could possibly call it is Sarah Jr. She is the automobile equivalent of me. She’s petite. It doesn’t cost a lot to keep her happy. She’s not the fastest kid on the block, won’t win any races, but is a worthy competitor. She even has the cutest little rear-end! The resemblance is uncanny, don’t you think? The only thing she’s missing is a rack. Oh man, I need to shut up.

Meet Sarah Jr., my brand new 2007 Nissan. It’s a Versa. I’d never heard of it either. My stepdad and I were having an awful time car shopping the other day and stumbled upon her. My stepdad was kind enough to drive out here to make sure I didn’t get taken advantage of. Without him, I’m sure I would have. We cruised the used cars at the dealers down on State Street and weren’t finding anything… anything except bloodthirsty car salesmen who would not detach themselves from your hip, ever. My stepdad called them woodticks, and started introducing himself to each new one as Woody. His name is Bob. Anyway, as the hours wore on, I started thinking we’d never find me a car. And I wasn’t going to settle for something I wasn’t excited about. If I’m going to spend over half my yearly income on a car, it had better be something I like. But I just wasn’t liking anything. Some were alright, but nothing was just right… no perfect fit. Either they were too heavy, too prehistoric (no power windows, no deal), too ugly, or too expensive. As the feeling of hopelessness started sinking in, we pulled into the Nissan dealer… and the clouds above opened up as we caught sight of Sarah Jr. It was love at first sight. And once we got to know her, she was the perfect fit. Long story short, car salesman approached us, car salesman was not a woodtick, car salesman got a car sold.

And get this, Sarah Jr. gets 35 MPG. And Sarah Sr. got a .7% interest rate. That’s right, not 7, but .7… as in less than 1%. Take that Wells Fargo!

If it isn’t obvious by now, I love my new car. I love driving it and I love looking at it. I love opening the hatchback. And using my keyless remote. I love parking it away from everyone else so she doesn’t get dinged. I love keeping her clean. She is my baby. And everyone I have introduced her to says the same thing: we are a perfect match. You just look at her and everything about her screams Sarah. She’s not my dream car, but she’ll do the job just fine. What she lacks in some departments, she makes up for in others. And at this point in my life, she’s really all I need.

And now we’re outta here. We’re taking a long weekend up in the Tetons. Be back sometime next week.

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