Purchased a new car....

My 2001 van that my brother Pat & his wife Juliann gave us gave out last week with 207,000+ miles. It blew the gaskets, literally. The oil was leaking into the antifreeze, etc. The repair bill was going to be $2180. Why am I writing about this on a grief blog... This was the first major purchased I made without Sandra who died in 10/07. She actually told me shortly before she died to use some of the insurance money to buy a new car so I had reliable transportation. She also thought I was too tight to maintain 2 cars since you can only drive one at a time.

It seemed strange to commit so much money for a car and to make this decision without Sandra. I am not someone who "needs" a new car when the old one gives up the ghost. I believe in living simply so others may simply live. With one exception many years ago,we have always bought late model used cars from one dealer we can trust. This turned out to be a big mistake- we bought a LeCar. This time I looked at used at this dealer and test drove a car there. I then went to a couple new car dealerships and ended up with a new 2009 Pontiac G3.

In the past Sandra and I would work together against the dealership to try to get a lower price- with Sandra going on and on about how much she had to have the car and with me saying it costs too much.

Now there was no game left to play out. It was just another purchase. I probably would have been just as happy with a used car.

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