J-Bird & I have recently been immersed in the idea of car shopping. Now, I say idea because I’m still not entirely sure we’re ready to take it any further than that. The thought of buying a new car (& by “new” I, of course, mean “used”. What do we look like? Bazillionaires?) is catchy, but perhaps not realistic. Then again, will it ever be?
Now, let’s get a few things straight. As I may have mentioned before, J-Bird & I share a car. Another term I use loosely: share. By share, I mean, he doesn’t have a driver’s license so we solely depend on me to get us everywhere, on time, everyday. Sounds like a big deal, but it’s always been that way, so for me it’s not an issue. That does mean, however, that in the case of a new car, it will need to be mostly approved by me because I’ll be the one driving it.
Also, this will be my third car. Which seems like a lot to me. I’m going through more cars than underwear in a week at this point. That would be three cars in 8, almost 9 years. Seems excessive. In my defense, my first car was wrecked & it wasn’t my fault. I’d probably still have that car had it not been wrecked, but I digress.
Now, you guys are probably wondering why we’re even considering a new car at this point. I’ve had my current car for barely 2 years & just looking at it you’d think it was in fine shape. Except, it’s not. We’ve had a lot of problems out of it, spent quite a bit of money on repairs & it still clanks around like a door or bumper could fall off at any given second. I’m thinking sell it or trade it while we can still get some money out of it.
My ideas for car options currently are a Mazda3 or a Pontiac G6.
Thoughts? Anyone own either of these cars? Had experiences buying new cars? I’d like to hear from you.
Yesterday J-Bird & I went on our first bike ride together in almost 3 years. That, my bloggy friends, is exciting.
Pinky needs some work, which we knew. She’s almost as old as I am. In bike years, that’s like 42. She’s getting ready to hit menopause for pete’s sake. We started out having to pump air in her tires (of course). Which, for the record, I hate the sound of. Reminds me of balloons too much. So I made J-Bird go out on the porch to do it out of earshot.
I’m not gonna lie to you guys, the first few minutes on Pinky were terrifying. I was so wobbly & nervous (well, we lowered the seat almost as low as it would go & my feet would still barely reach the ground, I’m sort-of vertically challenged), but as soon as we got out on the road & the wind started whipping through my hair, I was fine.
Until I had to hit the brakes, that is. We’re pretty sure that Pinky needs some new brakes, as it sounded like I had a goose sitting on my handle bars honking at all the innocent people.
We did discover a park we’d never seen only a few blocks over from us, with this cool boulder climbing rock thing. Which, of course, we stopped to climb. Or should I say, we stopped to I could watch & laugh as J-Bird climbed. What? I wasn’t wearing the proper shoes. Everyone knows you have to wear cute sandals to go bike riding. Duh.
I’m super excited about our next adventure on our bikes, the only downside? My tush really hurts from riding. J-Bird says this never happens to him, but if I ride more than a few minutes, it happens to me every time. Seriously, I had to sit on a pillow just to put my make-up on this morning. This is the only day that I’ve ever been excited about having to stand at work. My tush totally hates me right now.
If you guys have been following my blog for awhile, you remember Pinky, my beloved turquoise bike. If you’re new around this neck of the woods, then Pinky deserves a little back story, so do yourself a favor & click here.
Now, most of you are probably wondering why I’m bringing Pinky back up. Well you see, after college, I moved to a not-so-bike friendly city & gave the bike back to its rightful owner, my mother in law. Its been in her possession ever since.
Last week, J-Bird & I got to talking & realized we live in a more bike friendly city now, so we should be out bike riding! Besides, I need the exercise. Yea, yea I know, me? Exercise? More like pant around the block.
Anyway, I can’t really afford a new bike so I thought of my old best friend, Pinky. So we called up my mother in law to see if she’d be willing to sell me my best friend back. Which sounds way worse when taken out of context.
I’m happy to report that Pinky & I have been reunited. Forever. Sure she’s old, rusty & crusty, but nowadays that’s known as vintage & that shit is cool.
Oh! I also snapped some photos of the lovely Pinky, so you guys can be jelly.