So, why did I give up my beloved (and often accursed) 1992 Corsica? I said I was starting think about getting a new car out loud while I was in the car. It staged it's final coup, and I cracked under the pressure. But I didn't let it get the best of me, hahahahaha!
Monday night, Mike and I came out from dinner and it was hemorraghing antifreeze for either the 4th or 5th time. I was unimpressed. My exact words may have been "fuck it, I'm getting rid of this goddamn piece of shit", I don't exactly remember.
Tuesday night I loaded the old bitch with antifreeze and headed back to Innisfail, where I had been on the weekend. I saw a car there and it was within my price range. I tested it with my dad and got a hella good deal from the guy at the dealership. He knocked $1500 off the asking price and threw in new tires and wipers as well. I'm super impressed.
After that, all the insurance and registration crap had to be taken care of. I got a hella good deal on the insurance too, they gave me a loyalty discount because I've been on my parents insurance for so long, I also found out that I have the highest rating for drivers because of being insured with my parents for so long.
So, it took about 7 hours to do all the crap, then I drove back here in my very nice, very reliable, not rattling and shaking and wheezing new car! I was a little tired, but it was totally worth it.
Oh, and my new license plate start with JAG, so I get to say I it's my Jag...