My sister and one of my friends get tired of cars. Every few years they have to get a new one. I, on the other hand, will drive a car straight into the ground. I will drive it until my husband says it’s time for a new one. I just don’t understand getting bored with a car. I don’t understand leasing. I would like to eventually own the thing and be able to drive it without writing a check a month.
Back in 1992, I was 23 and had a good job. It was time for a brand new car. No more used pieces of crap, I want something new!! I do the look around and test drive thing. I drove a dozen different cars. I fell in love with the Ford Taurus. I mean love. Four doors, lots of space (remember I am tall and need my personal space), a huge trunk, good gas mileage and a good rating by Consumer Reports. My car advisor (aka Daddy) also thought this was a great car.
You know who thought it was the wrong car for me? The dealer. Huh? They couldn’t understand why a young woman wanted a four door family sedan. They tried to talk me into some low slung, sporty p.o.s. After telling them I could go some place where they would happy to sell me the car of my choice, they relented and started dealing.
So March 1992 at twenty three years old, I was the proud owner of a four door family sedan.
I drove that car until July 2005. Thirteen years my love and I had together. Until my husband said it was time for a new love. But why? It’s only 13 years old. It only has 160,000 miles on it! I could drive it for five more years.
My Big Guy went out and found me a new (used) car. What did he find? A Ford Taurus!
He got a great deal on a 2004, someone getting out of a lease, only 20,000 miles on it Ford Taurus.
I have a new love. It was cool to see the new features. A keychain that unlocks the doors! Hey, it was new to me!
My Taurus and I plan on spending many years together.