On Friday afternoon, I went to lunch at the yarn store, a last hurrah of sorts. On the way there, my car started acting slightly odd. I decided that the smart plan was to get it towed to the local dealer and see what was up. What I wasn’t expecting was the phone call 2 hours later to tell me that my transmission was gone. Dead. Done.
Now I had the choice of ponying up $4,000 or so to fix the transmission or I was looking for a new car, STAT. Because my car really wasn’t even driveable, my options were limited. I could take what the dealer would offer me for it “as is” or I could find someone else who would tow it, appraise it, and start again. Add to that, that I owned my car outright and was really enjoying NOT having payments on it, and that we are hoping to buy a house later this year.
A little over 24 hours later, it’s all said and done. My Rav4, my first car that I purchased on my own, is no longer mine. I loved that car, and I can’t help it, I don’t love the new one quite as much.
But, we got a good deal on it. It’s a 2009 Toyota Corolla in a bright cheery Barcelona Red. I think I’ll be obeying all speed limits in this one, eh?
PS: For those of you reading along at home, I passed 80,000 miles just a couple of weeks ago. Her final mileage? 80,409. 😦 RIP.