For those that don’t know, my mom passed away last year. After she died, I somewhat inherited her car, a 2000 Saturn.
I didn’t have my own car at the time. So, during both her last days in the hospital and after her death, I started driving my mom’s car.
Before my mom’s passing, the car had already been on its last leg. When you sped up, the transmission would knock. Another thing, the radiator continued leaking and overheating. To temporarily fix the leaking problem, I always cracked a raw egg into the radiator. Using anti-freeze caused the radiator to leak again. Because of that, to prevent overheating, I always topped the radiator off with water instead.
Because of the Saturn’s condition, I wanted another car big time. But my credit stinks. So, financing a new car was out of the question. I was totally aware of car lots advertising they deal with bad credit customers. Still, I wasn’t in the mood for monthly payments. I wanted to pay the car in full and be done with it.
During my wanting a new car, I dreamed about my mother. She was telling me to visit a car lot behind a store. I guessed this was where I supposed to purchase another car.
For over a year, I kept looking for car lots located behind a store. I never saw one.
Eventually, the car’s transmission worsened, so bad first gear only worked in neutral. Plus I couldn’t drive the car in reverse. At the same time, the radiator busted open. Driving on the road, the car started steaming. Let me add this happened during heavy coming-home-from-work traffic.
I wound up parking the Saturn on the side of the road and walked home. Luckily for me, I didn’t have far to walk.
After knowing traffic died down, I filled water into a plastic, one gallon, milk jug. Then, I walked to the car. There I poured water into the radiator. Next, I drove the car home.
Car experts may tell you the transmission was suffering from low fluid. After filling the transmission with fluid, the car still didn’t operate properly.
Fed up, I didn’t want to spend any more money on it. The reason? Both the car and car insurance was still in my mom’s name. If I wound up in a car accident, the insurance wasn’t going to benefit me. It was time to get another car.
At first, I wanted to buy an extremely cheap car. When I posted this on Facebook, my buddy Ryan referred me to Central Florida Toyota.
One day, my friend Mike drove me to a car lot that shall remain nameless. During the test drive, the car’s battery died. Stuck near Interstate 4, I had to phone-call the car lot. Soon, an employee arrived and charged the battery. I drove the car back to the lot. Needless to say, I didn’t buy a car there.
Next, my other buddy Howard drove me to Central Florida Toyota, the place Ryan recommended. On the way there, I saw a 7-Eleven. Passing the 7-Eleven, we saw the car lot. Suddenly, I remembered the dream about my mom; she said the car lot was behind a store.
Prior to Howard’s and I arrival, I printed photos of two cars from the lot’s website. At the lot, we found out both cars weren’t available. They hadn’t passed inspection. If the car don’t pass inspection, the dealership can’t sell it.
On another day, Howard and I made another trip back to the car lot. His wife rode with us this time. Same thing, the car I wanted didn’t pass inspection.
By this time, I wanted to buy a car from a private owner, something I had been avoiding. Because dealerships showed the car’s history, I preferred doing business with them instead of private owners. Also, like I mentioned before, dealerships have to sell you a safe car.
Private owners are immune to this. After buying from a private owner, the next thing you know, your car starts breaking down within a week. Plus some private owners are reluctant to give you the VIN number.
On internet sites like CarFax, you can find out if the car had any accidents or was labeled salvaged. You do this by entering the VIN number. Also, you can see the car’s maintenance history. If you saw red flags on CarFax, the private owner knows you won’t buy the car. So, that’s why some car owners are jerks about giving you the VIN number.
Still, I was desperate. I was tired of riding the bus and using Uber. These two sucking up my money got old real fast.
After telling him I wanted to buy from a private owner, Howard advised me to be patient and continue focusing on dealerships.
Later on, a Central Florida Toyota salesman texted me about two available cars. After searching CarFax (the dealership’s website provides that free), I passed on one car, but settled for the other.
After Howard drove me to the dealership again, guess what happened? The damned car wasn’t available. Somebody had already bought it.
Our salesman was a dude named David. He led me to another car, a blue 2012 Mazda 2.
The Mazda reminded me of a previous small car I owned, a red 1990 Honda Civic.
I was allowed to drive the Mazda around the lot. Truth be known, to see how it really rode, I should have driven the car on the highway.
The Mazda 2 had eighty-one thousand miles. I considered that low mileage. Plus the car’s four cylinder engine meant gas was going to be cheap. Also, the car’s history showed the previous two owners took care of it. They were always up to date on maintenance. The car was never in an accident either. The last thing? The Mazda 2 is a Japanese car. Unlike most crappy American cars, Japanese cars are known to last for at least two decades. With most American cars, you’d be lucky if the damned thing lasted eight years before serious trouble happened.
After feeling satisfied, I realized the Mazda 2 was above my price range. Still, it was either getting a cheap car or a reliable car. A cheap car would have broken down on me sooner than I expected.
David priced the Mazda below the Kelly Blue Book value. With my debit card, I had to buy the car immediately. Or experience someone else buying it. On that car lot, inexpensive cars go fast.
Both Howard’s and my automobile received a full tank of gas.
Soon, the auto and I were on the highway. To really give it a test, I drove on Interstate 4. The car still rode smooth.
So, I guess in the dream, my mom was right. True enough, Central Florida Toyota isn’t exactly behind a 7-Eleven. Still, it exists right beside the store, which was close enough to my mom’s description. So, it is safe to say my deceased mother guided me to a dependable car.