The car was up on the hoist. Matt was underneath. The mechanic turned to him and said, “What are your intentions with this car?”
Never a good question when you’re standing under a 12 year old vehicle.
There had been signs that not everything was right: warning lights, new noises, a dozen years on the road, the 262,000+km on the odometer.
Driving home, the car broke down three times on the side of the road. Jumper cables were required.
I was at work and unaware all of this was happening, so my question when I got home of “How did the appointment with the mechanic go?” was met with an answer I didn’t entirely expect.
“Ummm… I hope you don’t mind, but I bought a car today.”
To roll out the red carpet for Matt’s new car, we pushed the old car out of the way of the front door (the dealership sent someone to pick it up… with a tow truck), and we patched the potholes in the driveway.
We can’t have new suspension and steering put to the test by the obstacle course that is the usual access path for the farm.
What state is your driveway in? How old is your car? Have you ever had to buy a car urgently? Who else thinks I should have got to drive the tractor while Matt handled the rake?