I’m pretty sure the universe wants me to lay off new cars. “Go with certified pre-owned, instead!” it says.
The first new car I bought — shortly after signing my teaching contract — was a 2006 Honda CR-V. I loved that car. Loved it. It stayed shiny and new for several months, until someone backed into us in a parking lot. We had already backed out and the other person backed into us. Into the tire on the cargo door, to be specific. My dad was able to get the dent out, but there was no consoling me over the torn Gamecocks tire cover.
The second new car I bought was a Prius, which we bought a few months before getting pregnant with Baby Girl. Shortly after buying the thing, I hit a boulder. Sam said it was just a big rock, but it looked boulder-like to me. Someone had “decorated” the Goodwill parking lot with these big ass rocks (a term we can all agree on), presumably to keep people from driving into the grassy areas, and my shitty depth perception self misjudged a turn and hit one. It left quite a dent in the side of my car.
A few weeks later, some little shithead was throwing stuff at cars on the bypass in our town and my car got hit by a brick. I was pissed (but thankful that it didn’t go through the window and hit LM or me). We filed a police report, nothing came of it, and we eventually ponied up the money to fix both the rock dent and the brick dent.
Enter new car number three. Let me tell you, a family of three fits just fine in a regular ol’ Prius, but a family of four — one of whom is a baby with all the million things a baby needs with her — not so much. That car was constantly bursting at the seams with stuff, so shortly before BG turned 2, we decided to get a new, bigger, more comfortable car. We got a Prius V, which has about the same amount of space as the smaller SUVs. That is plenty for us (as long as kid #3 doesn’t come along), and we feel like kings with all of the extra leg room.
But, as new cars go, this car wasn’t meant to keep it’s pristine new car look for long. (Or the new car smell, thanks to BG going all Exorcist girl about 8 times in the first three weeks.) Aside from the kids wreaking havoc on the back on the backseat, my car got hit by a damn railroad crossing signal bar thingy last night.
Before you say anything, let me get this out of the way: not my fault.
I approached the crossing. The signal lifted and a couple cars passed. I eased up to double check, when the signal started blinking and the bar dropped on top of my car. Naturally, I was scared, thinking “OMG, TRAIN!” and threw the car in reverse and backed up (and thankfully no one was there, or they would have been…is front ended the term?). And, just as abruptly, the signal turned off, the bar went up, and alas, there was no train in sight.
There’s only a tiny bit of damage (it looks like a small rock flew up and hit the roof of my car), but still, sigh. Sam plans to call whoever is in charge of the train stuff today to let them know their signal is malfunctioning.
So, this is me swearing off new cars. Maybe I’ll be more successful at this than I was over swearing off Cokes. 😉
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