Merp!

So a few hours ago I became the grateful debtor to an auto finance company. I bought a 2001 Volkswagen Golf and brought it straight on home. Eek! It's all pretty and shiny and non-oil-burning and fun. It's an automatic and this was the first time in years that I was not nervous being stopped at a light heading east on James! Granted it has been years since I stalled on a hill (like since I was 16), but I have always been nervous and now, no more!

The car also has: a clock, intermittent wipers, a hatchback, four doors, a fun key and a sun/moon roof. It's compact. It's fun. It's got some get up -n- go.

It's not without a touch of sadness that I bade farewell to the Great White. It served me well during my worst financial days and was a welcomed gift. I just could not abide the oil burning any longer - the car *smoked* for a solid 10 minutes after I got home from seeing my Grandma. I want to go see my Dad on a more regular basis but had no faith in the White's ability to get me there (and back) safely. So I thank it for the time it served me well and I pass it on to Nick. I could not in any sort of good conscience take anyone's money for it given the burn/smoke issues (which I've been told were typical of a Subaru its age and not worth the dough to fix - and I agreed) - so I'm giving it to my friend, Nick. He's ridden in it and knows what he's said he wants.

So now I have a car payment and tomorrow I will have a higher insurance rate. I have a black car in a city where drizzle and dirt will be easily attached to the paint. I have a car I can drive outside the slow lane. Next thing after updating the insurance company: the name.

Here's a ha ha: on the night I bought a Golf, I gave away my golf clubs. I gave them to L so they are still pretty much in the family, but still.

It's all good.