A Friend for Ladybird

You know that old line, "I'm going to see a man about a horse?" It keeps running through my head this morning as I'm going to look at another car.

And, if all is as it seems, I guess I may be buying a car. Words can't describe how freaked out I am. I have never, emphasis on the never part, financed a car in my life. With everything as uncertain as it is, it seems to me to be the worst time to embark on such a venture, but I'd really rather not wait until I'm in a "have to" situation should Ladybird decide to completely crap out.

We've been talking about a car for years -- and had planned to buy one now. Even sooner than now, in fact. But this was also the year I'd hoped to finish the house.

We looked at two cars while I was off earlier in the week, one of which was quite nice, and both of which, I thought were overpriced. That point was brought further to the surface when, on a whim, I found another car last night online. It looks almost identical to the one we were so impressed with a few nights ago AND it has a warranty AND less mileage AND it's cheaper. It also lacks one feature that we'd wanted (a sun or moonroof) that the other car has, but I still don't think that justifies the inflated price of the other car.

I'm trying not to have any expectations but as it gets closer to time to leave, I keep sneaking a peek of the open Web site page or rereading the info sheet I printed out last night. I guess we'll just have to see if Ladybird is destined to have company in the driveway or not. (She's going nowhere, my car that thinks like a truck. This would just really ease up the pressure on her as a primary car.)

So, off I go to look.