So I bought a new vehicle the other
day, well it was new to me anyway.
It is the lowest mileage vehicle I have
ever owned and so far I am enjoying it quite a bit.
But whenever you buy a new car you go
through a period of time where you have all these concerns you did
not have with the old clunker you moved up from.
My last car had about a bazillion
kilometres on it and it showed. The thing smoked more than a Raggae
band and leaked more oil than an Alberta pipeline.
The struts were shot so it was like
riding an old chuckwagon and every single bump on the road nearly
knocked the fillings out of your teeth.
It rattled, it clunked, it was loud and
tired so the time had come to abandon the trusty metal steed for a
new mode of transportation.
The old car owed me nothing. I put a
lot of kilometres on it and had to do very little in the way of
repairs – all right, I should have replaced the struts, but they
were expensive and I didn't want to.
The nicest thing about an old,
high-mileages car was you didn't really care if it got dirty, or
scratched or even a little banged up.
The Missus and I even took it about 20
kilometres up a logging road scouting campsites earlier this year (a
fun adventure with marginally functioning suspension.)
It came back covered in grime, dust and
a little worse for wear, but by that point it really didn't matter.
The car has seen better days and when a
spectacular deal on a much newer car with a fraction of the
kilometres came along, I jumped at the opportunity to upgrade in a
big way.
I have had the new car for almost two
whole weeks so we are still in the honeymoon stage. The first couple
days after getting it, I would just sit in it and check out the
interior and the all the new-fangled controls I got to play with.
Once in a while I would look out the
front window of my house to check out its profile before looking for
an excuse – any excuse - to drive it.
While I was willing to go 'boony
bashing' in the old car, I was hesitant to even drive this one across
an unpaved parking lot lest a rock fly up and chip the pristine paint
job.
I don't even like to park the new set
of wheels under a tree because there are evil, evil birds out there
just waiting to poop on a shiny red car.
“Wait, what's that? Dust! There is a
thin layer of dust on my new car! Oh the horror, I must wash it – a
lot.”
I know that might be a little over the
top, but it is always an event to get a new car and I want to enjoy
the feeling of having a new vehicle as much as possible.
And why not, I paid a lot of money to
have that feeling and I want to enjoy it for as long as I can and as
much as I can.
I had the same feeling with the last
car I bought – although this one is much nicer with more options –
and I know the feeling fades, but for the next little while I will
still get a thrill every time I look out the window and see it
sitting there on the street with cars going by...kicking up
dust...and those evil birds, just waiting...
Excuse me, I have to go wash my new
car. After all, I have not done it for almost two days.
Copyright 2015, Darren Handschuh
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