I tell you . . life had to have been more simple when we got from here to there in a horse and buggy. Spent the day getting the a/c fixed in my car. Coming home, I noticed a new noise. Vince listened to it. He thinks I have a problem with a tire.
Went back and looked on the blog and here’s the car in the tire shop, getting new tires . . June, 08 . . same shop where Chad got his tires that didn’t last long. I am not going back there. Vince says I should . . I’m not! I’m not dealing with them any more. I’ll take it to Pittsburg, KS next week where my friend, Cindy, has recommended a tire dealer. If I have to buy four new tires . . so be it!
We looked at new CRV’s today and Vince was kinda teetering on getting a new one. I knew that would happen because he’s starting to think . . she may want to drive the Highlander to Louisiana and I do believe he’d rather buy me a new car than have me drive his. I do not want a new car. I cannot keep my car clean. I love my Honda.
Did I ever tell you about when we were going to buy a new car last time? I had an old Mazda van . . 9 years old. (The CRV is 8 years old!). The van was falling apart. (The Honda is not falling apart!) We couldn’t depend on the van; we had put a new transmission in it and it was in the shop more than it was at home but I loved it. So, we were at the Ford/Mazda dealer in Owensboro. I wanted another one just like it. We had made the deal and the paper work was being prepared. I said “What are you going to do with my old van?” The guy said “We’ll stick it out there on the back of the lot and then they’ll have an auction for the older vehicles. It will probably be sold for scrap!” WHAT? Not wanting to be a wimp in front of everyone, I walked outside . . crying! Vince came out and said “What the heck is your problem?” I tried to explain that I just couldn’t get rid of the van . . the van that I had loved for so long . . and have it sold as junk! He walked back in and canceled the deal. We went home. He wes not happy! The van really was a problem but Vince decided he’d trade his car in and he would drive the van but we ended up talking to our trusty mechanic who recommended the Honda CRV so . . we traded Vince’s car in on the Honda CRV and kept the van. Vince drove it maybe twice and ended up buying himself another car.
So, today when we dropped my car off at the Honda repair shop, we looked at the new CRV’s. I kinda nudged Vince and said “I really love my car!” I think he knew exactly what that meant . . and we told the salesman that we really needed to think about what we were going to do. I would be perfectly happy if I could keep this car for the rest of my driving years. I love my car. I do not love my tires! We’ll see what the tire dealer in Pittsburg says next week.