Sorry I’ve been so neglectful of the blog this week. But I’ve been very busy.
Did you know that if your insurance company deems your car totaled they will only cover a rental car for three days after they make you an offer? Not three days after you receive the check. Nope. That would be too easy.
Did you further know that if you receive this check on
Saturday afternoon, Sunday still counts as a day? (Somebody hand me a fan, ‘cause it’s enough
to make me faint.) So you can see how
crazy I’ve been this week. We did manage
to procure said vehicle yesterday. This
followed days of scrambling to drive to Phoenix, Prescott and all parts in
between.
So what did we get? Well, considering the lack of “Hey, I just might crash the car" savings in the bank, we were a little desperate. With the budget we had, you’d better believe we looked at some really scary cars – with some really sleazy salesmen. Yippee! I’m telling you, that is some fun. And if you know me at all, which I figure most of you do, you can just imagine how well I respond to high pressure sales. It was somewhat challenging NOT to go back into dolphin mode.
But we eventually found a lot with, well, a lot...of
reasonable cars, that is. Of course, it
was in Phoenix. They even had three Sportages, which you may
remember is what we were considering last weekend. Only one of them fit any of our
requirements. So we took it for a test
drive, ran out of gas. (Yes that was two
separate gas incidents while car shopping. I told you – these were some classy places.)
After our test drive we checked a few other lots and then, finding nothing but overpriced, over rated crap, we returned to New Deal Used Cars. (Genius marketing, eh?) We put down a hold deposit and said we’d be back in a couple of days.
So yesterday we drove down, got the Kia and headed back up
to Prescott. Yep, we had to return the rental car to
It drove okay. Great in the lower speeds. 75 began a vibration. 80 made seeing anything through the shaking rear view mirror quite challenging. And 85...well, lets just say I won’t be getting anywhere at light speed these days. The Sportage felt and sounded like a bi-plane when doing anything over 80, and with the semis blowing me around, I wondered briefly if I might indeed be taking flight. This just a week after a major crash, was just a tad disconcerting. So I coasted back down to about 65, which I think made both me and our new car much more comfortable.
Our old van, Fluffy, could get anywhere without any problem. She was big. She was fast. She was loaded with options. And she loved to guzzle the gas. By comparison this automobile really does seem like a barebones, feisty little guy. If Fluffy was a jet; then the Sportage truly is a bi-plane. And so I have dubbed my new little transport, “Barnstormer.” It seemed to fit. And around here, I might spend more time storming barns than hitting the old soccer practice anyway.
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