The Joys of Car Ownership
In January I bought a car. It is the first time I have had a car in three years. I got a 1987 Chevrolet Sprint. In a couple years, this car was re-named the Geo. The woman who I brought it from said she loved that car, and that she would never have sold it, but her mother had been forbidden to drive by her doctor, and the daughter had to take over her mother's car. The woman lived in New York City until last summer, and she drove the car down here, and drove it on a daily basis since, so I thought it would be a good car. The woman called it Babycar.
I paid $500 for it. I have spent $450 on repairs since.
First, the exhaust pipe fell apart. That cost $150, but I think I got ripped off. The guy who fixed the exhaust pipe said a CV joint needed to be replaced. I asked people at work to recommend a mechanic, and I found a better garage. I got the new garage to replace the CV joint. That cost about $200. Then, a few weeks after that, the accelerator cable broke off the pedal. That cost $109.
I'm almost scared to drive anywhere. And in fact, I still ride the bus to work, because parking here costs $240 a year.
In addition, the engine only has three cylinders. The car's top speed is about 65 mph, and that's pushing it. I don't like driving on the interstate because everyone else drives at 80 mph or faster. When I made the drive to visit my parents, which usually takes three hours, I went on a series of two-lane back roads and it took over four hours to get there.
But hey, I have a car.