I was at the local liquor store today. I'm there often enough where the staff recognizes me, but not so often that they know me by name. They are good folk. The guy who rung me up today noticed that I drove up in a Volvo. Turns out he owns one too.
My car is a 2005 Volvo S40. It was the first full year of a new design; they released it as a 2004.5. The clerk owned a 2006. Very similar cars. As he was running my debit card, he asked me how I liked my car.
I love my car. I really do. It was the first new car I ever purchased. I remember, as a teen, my dad would tell me that there is nothing better than a new car and the satisfaction you get from buying one. He was right. To this day, I'm still happy with my purchase.
But it is time to consider putting it to bed and getting something else. Over the last 2 years, I've had a host of problems that needed attention and money. I still have some of them; my truck won't open when I want it to, but it often opens when I put the car in drive. The clerk has the same problems. All of them. And I'm sure he has a few others that I haven't discovered yet. (Maybe its the other way around.)
It will probably be another year before I buy something different. My commute to the bus stop is short; the engine runs well. I have new tires.
But soon, I will buy something different.
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