Meet my new baby. As you can see, it’s a car. A sporty red car that gets pretty good gas mileage, doesn’t have a death rattle, and can be insured for less than $100/month.
It’s quite sexy, don’t you agree?
Before I get the inevitable “oh sure, you bitch about being poor and then you go out and buy a car” emails, I should mention that it was free. That’s F-R-E-E, folks. Our friend Chris got a new car and basically said, “Here. Have this one. It’s in great condition, it’s sporty and red, and it’s safer than your ancient Tracker. Have it, I insist.” And we, of course, said, “OMG OKAY THANX LOLOL.”
It has a multimedia system, y’all — a combination CD player/MP3 player with USB ports for plugging in flash drives and/or Michael’s Nintendo DS. (In case we want to… listen to his video games while we tool around town? I am unclear.) The tracker had a tape player that didn’t really work and a radio that didn’t really get reception. This is a serious step up. Oh, and I guess I should share some relevant information: It’s a 1997 Mercury Tracer LS, it’s in superlative condition, it has a brand-new battery and just had a tune-up and oil change, and it’s sporty and red. Also, it gets 28-32 miles to the gallon, which is way more than the Tracker’s 11-17 MPG. Did I mention the “sporty” and “red” aspects? More details to follow, once I’ve taken it out for a spin or two.
(Great, now I’m going to get emails about how poor people are always grabbing for freebies and expecting other people to provide everything for them. I CANNOT WIN. Except I can, because I have a new car and you don’t.)