Forgot to mention that my wife got a new car this weekend. She insists
on calling it "our car" but since she drives it and all her stuff is in
it, I'm pretty sure its her car. It's a 2005 Toyota Matrix, base model
with automatic, precisely the car we wanted to buy last fall. It looks
Yes, it's a station wagon, but that's what we wanted. Hatchback, four
doors, power windows/locks, keyless entry, cruise, automatic, with
above 25 mpg city above 30 mpg highway, 5-year power train warranty,
for under $18,000. Yeah, we're picky. When we tried to buy last fall,
nobody had the base model in stock, and when a salesman tried to
pressure us into an upsell, we walked out. (This time around the
salesman—from a different dealership—was much more laid back and
straightforward. Here's what we have, here's what it will cost. No
pressure, no upsell, no games. He earned our business.)
When we couldn't get the deal we wanted last fall, I had to drive a
10-year-old Geo Metro I got in high school for an additional year.
That's the car we're replacing, and I'm inheriting my wife's 1999
Toyota Corolla. She's a social worker who drives as a significant part
of her job. I have a 12-minute commute to work. Me taking the Corolla
should add about 2-3 years to its operating life. As much as I'd like
the new car, this just makes more financial sense.
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