On and off I’ve been wanting to get a new car. Mainly because my car is just a compact car. I’d like to upgrade to something bigger, with the potential for more activities, and because, well, I’m a Mom (Piper says you aren’t a soccer mom unless you drive the car).
My dream car has always been a Volvo XC90 (very soccer mom-ish). However, last December when I was in Modesto, I rode around in Kate’s new Honda CRV she had traded her BMW in for (big words). I was impressed with how fancy they had become with bluetooth, rear-view backing cameras, heated seats…all the bells and whistles (this is not an endorsement for Honda). Flash-forward to more recently when I drove my mom’s new CRV and realized how smooth it rode and how much more I like being a little higher when I’m driving.
So yesterday, after I dropped my current car off at the dealership to be serviced after my no-oil snafu, I coincidentally happened to be surrounded by many other car dealerships. With my mom by my side, I decided to go LOOK at the new Honda CRV’s. Well, obviously, LOOKING at a car dealership is nearly impossible.
Within minutes we were already talking to a sale person, looking inside cars, and what do you know, test-driving a new CRV. This immediately became my dream car, the leather seats, sun-roof, slick interior.
I had never been in the market for a car so I decided it would be worth it to figure out some numbers. Just TALK numbers. Again, just TALKING is nearly impossible.
We went from talking, to “if I get you a good deal, and the price is right, sign here that you’ll buy now.” I immediately felt over-pressured. I felt like I wanted to cry and then I just started to feel bratty and immediately wanted to leave.
Then the sales person made me feel bad that I wanted the most expensive model, but thought I could pay far under the bare minimum. But it’s like, if I get a new car, it’s going to be the one I want. Not something new and basic. Then I might as well keep my full functioning car.
Lately I’ve been making spontaneous purchases, like a new TV and a new couch, but because I needed those and the price was right. A car is a much bigger undertaking and the sales person likening it to “just buying a new car, if the price is right, you buy it.” No, buying a car is not just buying a car. IT’S BUYING A FREAKING CAR. Quite possibly the biggest purchase I could make at this point in my life.
My dad put it in the best terms for me “at least now you know, you can determine when you can afford it so it won’t affect your lifestyle. No good having a new car and no money for fun.” Exactly.
So I left with no car, a sour taste in my mouth, and a new perspective that if I was a sales person I would hate myself.