After yesterday’s marathon of car window-shopping, I all last night contemplating. I made pro/con lists. I looked at websites. Kelly Blue Book, Edmunds, Google, and Consumer Reviews.
I asked friends for recommendations. And they were super helpful.
Really, just SUPER helpful.
I also tweeted, asking for advice. Got a few serious responses from friends with much more car knowledge than I have, but also had an awkwardly chipper response from the Ford Service twitter account this afternoon. He referenced macaroni and cheese. It was weird.
In the end, it came down to a feeling. I just had a Thing for the Jeep.
(Not to mention the six recalls for the Ford Escape 2014, as well as other consumer reviews about having problems, plus the problems I’ve had personally with my own 2005 Ford Escape. But let’s just focus on the Thing for the Jeep.)
As soon as I was sure about the Jeep, Dad and I found our way over to a dealership he has used for other cars in the past, and bing-bang-boom.
Except not really.
Buying a car turned out to be a 5-hour ordeal. There was a test-drive. Then there was the realization that that model didn’t have a back-up camera in it, so then there was another test-drive of a slightly upgraded model. Then there were a lot of intrusive questions about the history of Kitty, my old 2005 Ford that we traded in.
Pro Tip from Papa Miklos: They’ll find out the problems with a used car pretty quick, thanks to the Car Fax report, and just using their eyes to see the issues. Namely, the broken brakes, air conditioner, the piece of the front bumper that was lying the backseat of the car, the rusted door-dings from years of parking it on the street and the years of bug guts caked on to the front grille. Best answer vaguely and not give them any reason to reduce the trade-in price.
Then came the credit application, which mostly just felt judgmental. Basically my entire short spending history was coming down to this moment: Would I be paying more in interest for this loan than the actual loan itself, or has the past few years set me up for success?
Following the application came The Wait. Shoutout to the watered down car dealership coffee for making that go faster.
Thankfully, I got some good news. Turns out that despite my very short history of actually having any sort of credit, I am apparently a responsible spender. That is, if you don’t count how much I spend on Chinese food, and McDonald’s Chocolate Shakes.
Following the happy news immediately came all of the paperwork. The loan contract, the purchasing contract, the contract signing over ownership of my Ford to them, and so on. The financing woman was super nice, but I kept half-expecting her to dupe me somehow. She’d explain a big of legal jargon, and then tell me where to sign, but I kept expecting her to be like “LOL, BTW, you just agreed tap dance naked every time the car needs an oil change, and you already signed for it so there is nothing you can do about it, suckaaaa.”
But, as this is real life and not a bad Disney sitcom, that never happened. So no, there was no naked tap dance clause. Just a lot of really official looking documents, and SURPRISE: finding out that until I finish paying off my car (in 60 months, LOL), the bank will actually own my car. Awesome.
Finally, at 3:30pm, after 5 hours of sitting at the dealership, I got the keys.
Say hello to Beyoncé Weasley. Beyoncé because she’s just too damn fierce for her own good, and Weasley because she’s a ginger (duh). She’s perfect. I am in love. The end.