Goodbye Natasha, Hello Bessie!

Goodbye Natasha

Hello Bessie

I finally sold my car on Saturday to a guy who was in the same position I was in when I bought it — recently graduated, just got a job, had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it. Anyway, the car is gone.

Well, after he drove off with the car, I didn’t know what I was going to do, as I didn’t have plans for a second car. I pretty much had three options: buy, rent or borrow. Renting would have been expensive ($1500), and buying would have been a pain, since I’d have to sell whatever car I got in December when I left, and I’d have to time it right.

Well, anyway, I lucked out and found the best solution ever. Sam’s parents wanted to get rid of their old car (a 1987 Plymouth Caravelle), and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. They didn’t even want any money for it; they just wanted it out of their sight.

So fuckin’-a, dude, the car is mine! I had to put some new front tires on it, and buy tabs, but still, total money invested into car : $140. It’s only got 83,000 miles on it, which isn’t bad for a car that’s nearly 20 years old, but most importantly, the thing runs. Things rattle and it certainly isn’t glamorous, but it runs. And for what I need it for…hopefully it will do me fine.

Driving this car cracks me up. Something about going from a flashy car to this is just funny to me. I went to the gas station on the way home, and went inside to pay.

Him: What pump?
Me: Uhh [looks outside]…It’s that grey…

At this point I completely forgot what type of car it was (Plymouth Caravelle)

Me: ….piece of shit out there
Him: [barely skipping a beat], Oh, pump 8?

Two of the biggest hurdles in getting to NYC are through — the GRE, and the car. I haven’t felt this happy and stress-free in a while.