Like every other kid with a shiny new driver's
license in wing, I now need wheels, something hot. But not Hot Wheels,
which I'd made the mistake of asking for a few days before, and I was
rewarded with a tiny little Camaro that Tubby bought at Wal-Mart for 87¢.
Funny -- and the part about anyone still wanting a Camaro these days took
the cake.
Since the Bald One was going to be immature about it, I figured -- being
a small business owner who doesn't need that twit to be involved -- I'll
just go out and buy the car without his "help."
After careful research, I settled on a Honda, and made my way to
Elk Grove
Honda, near Sacramento.
After a few minutes, Charles, a tall, and very helpful, sales guy,
took me under his wing.
It wasn't long before I settled on the Honda Pilot -- the wheel
is just soooo easy to hold onto.
The glove box could be a bit bigger, but it'll do the job.
On to the nuts and bolts... good mileage, price wasn't too bad...
... and after a bit of haggling (which was quite painless)...
We managed to move into selecting options and doing the financing
paperwork.
Finally -- a Honda Element to call my own, complete with suicide
doors. (I'll let Tubby use that side.)
Which would have been
a "happily ever after" if it weren't for the unfortunate
events that came to pass just a few days later...