Remember this? A week and a half after my car stopped in the middle of the road, the check engine light came on.
It was time to start car shopping.
I've been saying for about a year that I want a Mazda 5. No, it's not the SUV or the cute little lime green car - it's the shrunken minivan that looks kind of like a station wagon.
A couple of weeks ago - on a Tuesday night, immediately before 2 days where I worked from 3 am to noon, and three days before Pathfinder camp - I dragged Wanda out to a Mazda dealership. We both drove a Mazda 5, and the salesman ran some numbers (that came in at $6000 more than I got from going to their website to price it out). He came down to a final number that was only $2000 more, and I walked away.
And then I had no time to do anything about it, due to the crazy work hours and Pathfinder camp.
(Camp was lovely, BTW - we managed to pick the nice weekend in between 2 rainy weekends, and the wandering bear we were warned about must have moved on.)
I was off last week, and one of the things I wanted to do was go car shopping. (Actually, the list of things I wanted to do but didn't do could fill a ... well, a list. It's on my fridge.)
On Friday, I decided I should do something so that I didn't waste the entire week, and I went to one used car dealership.
I pick up my new car on Tuesday.
Yes, it's a Mazda 5.
I still have the weekend ahead of me
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