Say good bye to The Big Ride.
Say hello to Black Beauty.
How the story ends: On this past Wednesday I traded my 2004 Lincoln Continental Town Car in on a 2011 Hyundai Sonata.
By the time Wednesday rolled around I just wanted to get The Big Ride up to the dealer without the fucking thing breaking down. Had two cars in mind - the Hyundai and a 2011 Jetta. Had no intention of doing any type of inspection/comparison/investigation, and I did not. The Hyundai caught my eye and I went with that.
I did not even test drive the thing. Why the fuck should I? These people - Phillips Auto Sales - this is the fifth car we have bought from them. They are easy to deal with; the cars are reliable. Besides I just didn't give a fuck.
These people are so cool. I called Wednesday, told them I wanted to drive the Lincoln in and leave with another car that day. They made it happen. As far as I know our financing had not even been approved. No temp registration; he put dealer plates on it. We didn't even make a down payment.
I actually drove the car for two days before I technically owned it. Did not finalize the financing until Friday morning.
I wanted to hate this car. I mean, for Christ sake, I loved that damn Lincoln so much I committed objectophilia with it.
I can't hate the Hyundai. It actually leans toward stylish. Nice lines. And it is black. Black on the outside, black on the inside.
Black Beauty, baby.
78,000 miles. High/low, know what I mean?
I don't love it but I like it. It ain't no fucking Lincoln, I can tell you that.
But you know me. I am a positive guy. Cheery as fucking hell. Glass half full and all that shit. Always looking for the silver lining.
What I sacrificed in comfort I gained in technology.
This car has everything.
First of all the AC works. It did not in the Lincoln for the last two summers. I enjoyed the hell out of that since Wednesday.
This baby has a hookup for my ipod. A hookup for my phone. A navigation system. Access to Sirius XM (which you know I am going to activate immediately; I'll be drowning in the blues and The Beatles, baby).
It has 237 other technological marvels as well. Who cares about comfort, who cares about performance, who cares about reliability - I got the toys, baby - I got the toys.
I am just going to enjoy this car.
And I learned a lesson. I am not going to drive it into bankruptcy, like I did with The Big Ride.
In two years I will be looking to trade Black Beauty in. I am too fucking old to deal with automotive fuckology.
I do not want to sink three million dollars into a car again for the rest of my life.
So here I am. At least I am not holding my breath while I drive. This car feels good. It looks good. Its blackness matches the blackness of my soul.
Life is one motherfucking unpredictable son of a bitch.