you know you have the best mom in the world when your car dies and her solution is to get a new car so she can give you her current car. i was driving a 95 altima with AC that didn't work when the outside temp went over 90 degrees, no radio and smelled a little bit funny. nowww i have real AC, heated seats, a sunroof and a radio! and turbo diesel engine that gets 40mpg! i win!
the only thing better about my old car is the story of how we bought it. for starters.. my mom, who is sometimes a little like something out of harry potter, had been told by her psychic (are you still with me?) that the color of my future car would be purple. then she said blue. then she said gray. so when we saw a purpley-bluish-gray colored car, we just knew. my dad mentioned to the used car salesman, louie, that we had also been thinking about hondas. louie
freaked. he went on a tirade about how nissans are better than hondas in every way, and just uttering the 'H' word was sacrilege as far as he was concerned.
after a spin around the block, we decide on my car. i was sold at the get go because it had this fake wood panel inside that was just like my friend amber's maxima had. ... so faj and i go inside louie's questionable 1 bedroom apartment to sign the contract. on the arms of his sofa, where your grandma might have a lace doily, louie had rabbit pelts. if that wasn't enough, his living room wall featured his large collection of machetes. we made it out alive, but i've never seen faj with wider eyes.
but i could not be more thrilled to say goodbye to that car and not have to sing to myself anymore for lack of radio, as much fun as it sometimes was. thank you, majjy.