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So the guy at the car dealer…

So the guy at the car dealer, where I get free inspections for the life of my car since I bought it there, laughed when he saw the mileage on my van. Yes, he laughed.

I admit it, I don’t get out much. My 2012 van has a mere 4,060 miles on it.

Poor girl is dirty and I haven’t the energy to wash her properly. With a good wash and wax and a vacuuming out I’d bet she’d look brand spanking new too.

The dealership is literally drooling over her wanting me to trade her in. However, I don’t have the money to make car payments and she’s free and clear.HPIM2439

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One less expense if…

So I paid our vehicle registrations today.

You can now pay for a two year registration. The cost to register my van for two years cost a mere 12 dollars more than his truck’s registration for one year.

Another reason for him to consider selling the truck.

Other reasons:

  1. He drives the truck maybe once every 4 months or less.
  2. The cost of the insurance
  3. The cost of filling his tank
  4. The cost of inspections
  5. We could rent out his parking spot on the driveway.

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I’m no car gal but…

 

     I admit it.  I’m hooked on watching the Barrett Jackson car auctions.  For DH it’s the cars, for me it’s watching idiots spend enough money on one car to buy several homes.  The amount of money they pay for these cars staggers me.  To me, no car is worth that much.

     Every time DH sees a 1955, Chevy Belair two-door sedan, go for a fortune, he about breaks down in tears since we sold ours for a song thirty years ago.  I sit here and tell him I told ya so, I knew he should’ve hung on to that car.  I wasn’t happy when he sold it. 

     However, at the time he was laid off from work, I worked two jobs for little money, and money was tight.  DH insisted we sell it after someone stole the radiator and we couldn’t afford to replace it.  We didn’t need the second car right then but it was his grandfather’s car and I hated seeing it go.  I adored his grandfather.  If it weren’t for that man, we wouldn’t have owned our house.  He bought it from DH’s parents and held the mortgage for us.  It broke our hearts when he died a few months before our wedding.  No, I didn’t want to see that car go at all.