I got the call late yesterday afternoon that my car was done at the shop. For those of you who may not recall, my car took on a raised manhole cover in a gravel field last week and lost the battle. So, after having it overheat and konk out on me last Wednesday, I contacted my insurance company who helped me file a claim and get the car fixed...all this for only the cost of my deductable plus I'm sure higher insurance premiums down the road. But hey, my policy just renewed this month, so I've got five more months of ignorant bliss....
I have to admit I'm relieved to have my car back. I had a rental car, but it just wasn't quite the same. See, I got to rent a Ford Taurus, which was OK but it got all of two miles to the gallon. And that was if you happened to be going downhill with the wind behind you. (I will admit part of me had to hold back from laughing with the woman from the car rental place took me to get the car and she said it was her favorite car to drive and rent out of the ones they had available.)
The best reason to have my car back is that I've got all my pre-sets back on the radio. It's pretty sad, but for the most part, I don't really know radio station numbers so much as I know the button on the pre-set in my car that will get me to whatever I want to hear--such as the UT broadcast, the Titans broadcast, etc. Plus part of me was too impatient to sit in the car and reprogram the rental car radio with all the stations I might tune to since, well, it was only a rental car. In a week, I'd have to give it back and then worry if the battery had been disconnected too long and I'd lost all my pre-sets. (These are the kind of things that keep me awake at night...that and worrying that small meteorites are coming in the atmosphere, not burning up and will and kill me with no warning...it's my back-up worry in case I run out of things to obsess about.)
So, I've got my car back...which means that should I decide to take the plunge into a new car, I can now take my car as trade-in. Something tells me my new best friend at the Dodge dealer is going to be disappointed should I drop by. He's called, written or e-mailed me every day this week but today. Or someone from the dealership has. I've had colds that didn't keep hanging on this long. I know part of the car salesperson business is that you have to be aggressive and make sure the potential sale doesn't slip off the hook, but it's getting a bit ridiculous. I'm almost afraid to drive past the lot now on the off chance the GPS tracker they put on me will alert them I'm coming into the area and they'll start pulling up paperwork for me to sign.
But, hey, the good news is I have my car back....the bad news is--I wonder how much it will cost to change my phone number.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 10/14/2005 03:52:00 PM