Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Do you know the jingle – maybe only my Victorian readers will, for others let me paint a quick picture – Car City is highly advertised as the best place to go and grab yourself a new car. Thousands of cars, best deal blah blah blah. (If you really need to hear the jingle, they have it on the website for you.)
With 'Woe is Cars' being the catch phrase around here lately we got dragged over the other side of town with the promise of a play centre for the kids and the best place to just buy another car and be done with it.
But when we left there two hours later I think all four of us were crying.
Popps was beside herself when the grubby box of toys was shown as the ‘playcentre’. Immy just wanted out of the pram and to climb into every open car and Mr H and I couldn’t agree on whom the new car was even for. Surely with the kids I need the best car to drive around, but then he decided he is sick of driving the crap mobile about and wants the new one. The budget started at a place where we wouldn’t need to get a car loan and finished at a place where we would need a second mortgage.
Shocking car dealers all “telling us the truth” and providing deals that we just cant walk away from (no, but I can run sunshine).
We left with no new car and no closer to getting a new car. The Renault Scenic that I fell in love with will apparently be too expensive to service and repair, the Holden Whatever Car that he wants is just so man car I couldn’t sit in it. Popps wants a seven seater so she can sit in the back away from everyone and Immy would prefer either a pink or orange one.
Along the way Mr H decided that the car should also be able to tow a caravan and carry a two seater kayak on the roof racks. I kindly and very calmly reminded him, in my best soothing voice, that we do NOT have a caravan and neither of us has a kayak or a canoe, so this is NOT to be included in the car requirements.
I think he nearly spat at the Peugot 307 I started asking about.
By the time we got home from woop woop, new car less, hungry and no dinner being cooked we could barely communicate to each other.
A few weeks later and we still have not returned to a car dealership.
To top it off, the next day I was still so traumatised by the ordeal and when an extremely large gust of wind blew at the wrong time, it swung our gate right into the ‘good’ car as I was driving in the drive way. Mr H was not impressed, he seems to think that a gate that is chained to the fence can not do this and my lack of driving skills highlight the fact that he should be behind the wheel in the new wheels.
The polite discussion continues.
Any tips on keeping your marriage in place while car buying are much appreciated.