At the beginning of August, my trusty little black car decided to stop while I was heading to work. After getting it moved into an alley and towing it back home, I called several mechanics and described what was going on when I turned the ignition. Almost all of them said it was my transmission that stopped working. The only thing going through my brain is the cost of getting it fixed, or purchasing a new car, despite still paying for the broken-down one.
I ended up going the route of buying a new used one. I can’t tell you how long I sat at the dealership trying to get a car. The first car I wanted had a remote start, qualified but I had to pay off my black car in order to get it with money I didn’t even have. For shits and giggles, we tried another one of the same brand, and I qualified completely for it. I put down a down payment and got hooked up with new license plates and new registration, and I was on my merry way.
I sat down to figure out how long I had to pay off the black car and to pay off my new white car. The black car is almost paid off, and I have to begin paying the car note on the new car. That means I have to cut back on my spending (*sniff, sniff* Amazon, Shein, and any place I purchase my bling/stainless steel tumblers) big time and use up everything I have for crafting before I purchase more. It’s going to be a very lean eight months of paying two car notes until I’m down to one note to pay. I’m hoping overtime comes back around and I can have a little bit of wiggle room in spending. The biggest items will be paid in a timely fashion and the others I’ll have to either cut back on or cancel for the time being.
Recently, my next-door neighbor has been trying to gaslight me into selling him my black car for a lowball price, and I don’t need the title to the car to sell it. He’s one of those guys who thinks everything still works like it did in the seventies and eighties, but doesn’t realize the world has changed since he was young. In the state of Illinois, you cannot sell a car to anyone without the title to the car you want to sell to an individual or as a trade-in. He won’t get my car, but a friend of mine is getting my old car, and he wants the title. I rather sell my car to someone who has a semblance of common sense, not one who spent his teenage and adult years doing drugs.
I guess that’s it for now. I’ll see you in the next post!
