The Exile Files

Raging Against the Outrageous. Laughter and Insanity Abound.

Wheeling and Dealing

Posted by Exile on February 23, 2009

About a month ago my dear lady wife came home with the bad news. Her old car had failed the bi-annual safety inspection. The front end is rotten with rust. Or at least, the chassis is. It could be repaired but that would be more expensive than the old Nissan is worth. A shame really. She inherited the Nissan from her father who was about to buy a new car just as her last old clunker gave up the ghost. That was only fourteen months ago. With hanging head she told her father that the old car was a goner and that she would have to find something else. Such is life.

We’ve been here before. My wife doesn’t really need a big shiny new car. She drives about 5 kilometres a day and occasionally she shoots off to the supermarket or wherever. We decided that she needed a car in the first place simply because the short trip from home to work in the winter is so cold and wet that she normally ends up with chronic sinusitis and head colds that would kill a lesser being. There is no doubt that the protection a car affords her has worked. Something had to be done. We started looking at the used car market. No more than ten years old and newly inspected. There are many. Some in excellent condition. All are affordable to a certain degree. Prices, as they say, vary.

We were looking at anything reasonable. Then she came up with the big one. “I can get a new car for the same price as some of those we’ve been looking at.” she said. “There’s a recession going on. Cars from last year are cheaper now.” And guess what? She’s right. The automobile business is having a hard time of it here.

We have a little saved up and half of it is hers. She earns a good wage. She deserves a new car.

“Go for it!” I said.

No sooner said than done. I followed her to the dealership to see how this would go. She found a vehicle she liked. She spoke to the salesman. I hovered in the near vicinity to see who would take whom for a ride, and I don’t necessarily mean the test drive!

My wife is pretty shrewd woman. She didn’t just get the car with the guarantee. Oh no. She got rust proofing and the “care package” thrown in. The care package is a nano-treatment of the paint job. Kind of seals it. And finally “Go faster” stripes that give that sporty look will have to be applied, at no extra cost.

1CB0A5_0MP00NP8 And so it was that my wife became the owner of a brand new Citroen C1 Prestige. The baby of the family. More than big enough for her needs.

She arranged the financing, figured out the deposit she wants to make and is altogether happy with the deal. So am I. So now she has to wait fourteen days for the car to be delivered. Until then the old one will have to rise up to the challenge. I’m sure it will.

The next time I need a new car, she’s coming with me!

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