That's it, sitting in the parking lot at work. Which means that I DROVE it here today! Me! I didn't even stall once! I still lurch about a bit, but man, no big deal! This stick thing is great.
Michelle went with me to the dealership last night. I was expecting to place the order, or something, put down a deposit, but I ended up buying the damn thing! Michelle drove it home for me and the whole time I just gazed at it in my rearview mirror, with a big stupid grin on my face. I am seriously so happy. It's so shiny and boxy and blue and MINE.
If you couldn't tell, it's a Scion xB. Man, I really thought these things were ugly a year ago. I ranted and raved about how godawful they were. But they grew on me, and now I really really like it. I like how different it looks from everything else. And the headroom! Good lord, the headroom! I could wear a tophat in there! You know, if I needed to. I guess a tiara would be a more appropriate example.
The only options I got were the 6-disc CD changer (it plays mp3s), and the alloy wheels. All the other little piddling things (power windows, doors, ABS, airbags, etc) come standard, and other stuff (floormats, cooler pedals and shift knob, LED illumination in the cupholders, etc) I will buy/install myself. The only thing that is a little bit of a shame is that it doesn't have cruise control. It's not a Toyota option in this region, only an aftermarket one, and the dealership charges $495 for it. I do use cruise control quite a bit (I know a lot of people don't), and I really like it, but I don't five hundred dollars like it, you know? So I'll just deal with it. If it really drives me crazy, I can always have it installed later, possibly for less from some auto place. But I'm sure I'll get used to it.
I didn't get the Toyota extended warranty. I was torn. It's a Toyota, though, right? So maybe I don't need one? I don't know. I tried to stand firm.
Oh my gosh, it's just so shiny and beautiful and I keep smiling. This is my first real all-by-myself car. I'm so excited about it. I only got it in my head Thanksgiving weekend to buy a car (Dad made a crack about how I needed to get HIS car inspected), and that was, what, two and a half weeks ago? And now I have my car.
Thanks to Michelle! Michelle taught me how to drive stick a couple weekends ago. And then last night she drove all the way down from her job, and test drove the manual transmission. [And then rode back to my house with me to get my purse, which I had forgotten. Dur.] And then waited around whilst I filled everything out. And asked questions and small-talked and was my counselor and consultant and best friend and everything. It was after nine when we got out of there, and we hadn't eaten dinner or anything. And she didn't complain once, was happy to do it. Man, Michelle rules.
I want to name it. I've never named a car before. I don't want a person name, like "Stan," I want a name like a ship.