Don’t laugh, It’s paid for…
This past weekend, hubby, the kids, and I went and picked up my new car. Well, It’s not exactly new… more like ‘old’ new.
It’s a BMW 325i—-’89 model. Yes, that’s right; It’s from the eighties. The car is almost 20 years old! But boy does she purr and drive like a dream—very smooth for a standard. We only shelled out 2 grand for the car too.
We decided that since most of the kids will be in school this year, leaving the littlest one with me—and she will be doing pre-school three times a week— that a more gas efficient car was needed.
My new baby gets 30 miles to the gallon verses 12 with my SUV. I absolutely love it! True, it doesn’t come with all the bells and whistles that nowaday cars come with, but who cares. It has air and a CD player and that’s all that matter’s to me.No longer will I have to fill up each and everyday. No longer will I have to spend a small fortune just to go to the store and run errands. I’m in heaven, I tell ya, heaven.
Plus as an extra added bonus, according to every other BMW fan out there, I’ve got a car that people love to race. Can’t say that I see it just by looking at it, but it apparently has got a very powerful engine under the hood. We’ve already had offers of people wanting to buy it from us for twice what we paid for it— and I don’t even have the license plate for it yet!
So laugh if you will at how old my car is or what it looks like, but like the bumper sticker says: it’s paid for (as are all of our cars). Translated into: I don’t have a car note and my baby could smoke yours in the quarter mile any day of the week. Bring it on, honey…bring it on!