Let's see, where was I? Oh yes, living in the hopelessness of car trouble. The Infiniti is totaled by the insurance company. We get our payoff tomorrow, but it won't be much. We do have some savings for a new car, but not enough, really, to match what we had.
But we have the 92 Mazda, the backup car, the moldy speedbump on wheels, right? Well, no.
After I lost the truck and took over the Mazda, we spent the payout on the Isuzu to get the Mazda up an running, and we had about $200 left over to seed the new car fund. We swore an oath to not spend more money on the Mazda. Gas, oil, that sort of routine stuff is fine. A $670 clutch is not, but that's what the mechanic said we needed. So, pretty soon Mazda go bye-bye.
In the meantime, we get to go car shopping.
Joy.
You can fill in whatever emoticon you want, I'm not thrilled.
Thinking on all of this, and stepping onto a bus to find my dear friend Becky (a.k.a. Toots the Fairy) driving the thing, and catching her up on life such as it is, I realized what I'm really not happy about is the change all of this requires. Yes, I found driving the Mazda an absolute dream compared to the rental Joke. Yes, I'll take a sixteen-year-old-no-power-steering-and-no-stereo manual over that thing. I will miss the Infiniti, I will miss the Mazda. I miss my truck. But things change. We can't keep the same routine as much as I find comfort in it. I don't want to move because of the hassle, but I'm sick of this one-step-up-from-a-slum. I'm tired of driving 25 miles to work (or spending two hours on the bus) to get to work. But I like the routine, and I'm trying to break the constant bitch-fest lifestyle that I enjoy so much.
In other words, I'm conflicted, numb, and not sure I'll fall in love with a car again.
But time will tell.

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