That night I called on a car I’d had my eye on for a while, but which I knew had been through several showings earlier in the week. He told me the car had not been sold, and agreed to schedule a test drive for the next afternoon. I got my mom to join me on this test drive, male members of the family being at work. We met a colorful Indian man who showed us his gold Nissan Altima, the same age as my car, but with less miles and much better maintenance history. He was asking right at market value. Except for some very minor hail damage, the car was in great shape. I’d checked the VIN to make sure everything was clear. The story went that the car had been owned by only one elderly gentleman since it was made, until a couple months ago when the Indian man bought it. But the Indian found another car he liked better and was now interested in selling this one.
The Altima tends to have trouble with the CV joints, something to do with the wheels and axels. But the owner had just paid to have that fixed. Plus there was a new alternator, front tires, and air filter. Altima’s use timing chains instead of timing belts. They are much more durable, fairly easy to replace, and thus, inexpensive. Really the cars have a reputation for being very reliable mechanically. When we test drove it there was a bit of a squeak when we went over bumps, nothing too annoying or worrisome. I left the test drive fairly certain I would buy that car.
That night I called to schedule a pre-purchase inspection of the car with my mechanic. It was quite stressful, as I felt like I was putting the owner out, and trying to coordinate between my mom and I and the owner and the mechanic. Plus Mom was babysitting, and I needed to talk to someone interested in buying my old car. But I straightened my back and marched forward. Took the car and the owner to my mechanic (a recommendation from a friend, but a shop very close to my house), who told me the car checked out. So we drove back to the owner’s apartment, and completed the transaction.
To buy a car privately in Colorado, you have to sign the Title, put the new owners address on the back of the title, and record the Odometer Reading at the date of purchase. Plus you need a bill of sale with the date, seller’s name, buyer’s name, signatures from both, amount of sale, and VIN # for the car as well as the year, make, and model. While I wrote out those things, the owner counted the cash. We shook hands. He got his plates. And I drove my new car home, with proof of insurance and the bill of sale on hand, while my mom drove my old car back home.
The day I bought my car was Veteran’s Day, a government holiday, so I couldn’t apply for temporary tags right away. Instead I parked my new car in the garage and began the transfer of items from my old car to the new. (In my car I keep coats and blankets and a Bible, pro-life literature, tracts, grape juice, a footstool, hats, gloves, cleaning supplies, a spare pair of clothes, maps, mall directories, a camera, and batteries as well as a cell phone charger and garage door opener.) The new car just barely fits in the garage, as it is longer and wider than my old one. However, it is set up much the same inside so that driving it is still rather intuitive. The Altima does not have a sunroof, which makes me sad and inspires all sorts of improvisations like taping a picture of the sky onto the inside of the roof. Yeah. I’m that weird.
To God be all glory,
Lisa of Longbourn
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Lisa of Longbourn 