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ok i had capslock on when i started typing this and i startled myself, lol.
i am. a bit tired and punchy. BUT. All hail my lovely middle-little sister,
who volunteered to come take me to car dealerships last night.
Here are my extremely scientific notes on how that went, so that I can
narrow down my car choices for definitely for sure:
1) Honda: we went to a Honda dealership, and my mom has a CR-V which I’ve
driven and it’s… fine, so I tried the HR-V, which is smaller. The sales guy
immediately without asking was like “here you want this one” and had me
test-drive a used 2020 model– low mileage, nice car, but used. “Won’t be
here in a couple days tho, act fast,” he said, and gave me his card. I’d
told him this was the very first car of my search and I wasn’t in a hurry.
He didn’t show me anything new, or tell me about anything new, but did say
there were often quite long waits for new cars. Gotcha. Like, I’m not mad,
but I’m also not going to pay $23,9 for a three-year old car when the
current year’s model is $24k. You know? I don’t care how long the warranty
is.
2) Subaru: we went because it was right there. Wandered around the parking
lot. Crosstreks look… lower now?? somehow?? than mine? Much lower, don’t
know why. Specs said same ground clearance but. I’d have to look up what
the specs were in 2014. Sales guy came out, asked if we wanted to see
anything. M-L said I should try the Forester, so I was like sure, why not;
one of the farm workers has a 2020 Outback I figured I’d ask his opinion
on, and actually the part time veg helper guy has a recent Outback too, so
there’s no shortage of those around. So I test-drove a Forester. And like.
I hadn’t even got out of the parking lot and the guy was like, all casual,
“so how’s the visibility,” and I really looked around and was like holy
shit okay i can see through time so I really liked it. It was a higher-end
package (had a huge sunroof, i actually really liked that, i’m a shallow
bitch i guess) and kept trying to nanny me about leaving the lane on the
winding back road but the guy reached over and pressed the button that
disables that and it stopped yelling at me, which was great. Anyway. I did
not expect that. M-L and I theorized about what kind of guy I’d be to be a
Forester guy. “A middle-aged wealthy lesbian with a lot of large dogs,” M-L
said, and I was immediately depressed to realize that only one of those
things is actually applicable. I have no wife and no large dogs. These are
major failings of my life. But. I mean. We don’t always end up the person
we thought we’d be when we were nineteen.
3) Then we got to the Ford dealership, and a guy named Joey was like “ay
what’s up,” and i listed the cars I was interested in and he was like “i
can’t get those or those but I got Broncos, let’s go see one” and walked
incredibly fast out into the parking lot without looking like he was
hurrying, seriously it was eerie how fast he walked while looking like he
was just ambling, and he led us to a “cactus gray” Bronco Sport, said “you
wanna try this one? aight hang on” and went back into the building. I was
like uh sure, we poked around the parking lot, and then he came back,
handed me the key, was like “yah you two go for it, you know the roads
around here? yah go see if you like it, I’ll be here til eight.” and off we
went, slightly bemused. But yes, we were quite near M-L’s house so she led
us around a winding path. The Bronco’s hood takes up rather a lot of the
view out of the windshield. I raised my seat, which helped slightly. I
could not find the right edge of the car and kept straying over into the
shoulder. It was so boxy. The visibility out of the windows wasn’t
fantastic. But it had a lot of zoom and handled all right. Not terrible.
I’m not a Ford Bronco guy I don’t think, but I liked the Ford dealership
folks, they were funny.
The sales manager came out and talked to me briefly and was like “well i
mean how many cars are you looking for” and i was like “i have a
spreadsheet” and he was like “a what now” and i got my phone out and showed
him the spreadsheet Dude made and he was like “your guy is something else”
and i was like “i mean, he sure is”, and I did feel better about not being
a wealthy middle-aged lesbian with large dogs if this is what I have
instead but like. I mean. The road not taken etc.
“take notes,” M-L said as we got home (after i bought her a sushi dinner bc
there was a place right by the dealership and also i wanted sushi), and i
was like “yah ok” but this is my notes. i’m sure i’ll be able to make sense
of them later.
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