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luncheeStart: 12:26
Right, so, new car. We got one, and I’m gonna write about it tonight, or so help me! (welp, it’s gonna take more than one set of night pages...)
Some background information that may or may not be pertinent: our previous car was a Honda Civic, in this kind of blue metallic colour. We had it for about five years, and it never had any problems. There were a couple of superficial cosmetic scratches on it, but otherwise in good condition. I actually rear-ended a guy’s car with it last year, which was pretty traumatic actually, but luckily the guy was really nice about it and concerned about how shaken up I was. Fortunately it was my first real accident, and it was probably the best kind of accident I could have had. I still get really antsy about how close I am to the car in front of me now, and just worried about spatial awareness when I’m in the car in general. It’s probably a good thing.
So anyway, one time I took the Civic in for a service at the Honda service centre, and they gave me a Honda Jazz to drive around in for the day. It was an older model, but I remember being in it and just liking it, a lot. I don’t know why, if it was because it was smaller or something, but I just remember I liked driving in it and parking it and just strangely liking it a lot, and even remarked about it to my sister when I got home that day after retrieving the Civic.
I forgot about it after that. Fast forward to two months ago, and Honda dealerships showing up for mystery shops at my job. It was pretty good money, so I signed up to do three of them. When I looked over the brief, I saw one of the options was to ask about a Jazz. Something ticked over in my brain and I remembered that I really liked that car. Add that to what I mentioned yesterday, about constructing a story with some grain of truth so it’s easier for you to remember, and then cue me, going in and asking over and over again about the Jazz, and test driving the damn thing three times.
Of course, I really liked it. Reaaaaaaallly reaaaaaally liked it.
It was all cool and updated and had magic seats and fishtank windows and indicators on the side mirrors! It was such an awesome car and drove really easily. Plus, having to play the part of an inquisitive buyer led to having three different spiels delivered to me about the Jazz Vibe’s benefits and why Honda was a great brand, plus it was a limited edition run and it’s RRP was very cheap because of it’s limited edition status, and beyond that there would be room to negotiate the price down further. It’s run would end around May, and when they sold out, they didn’t know when they’d get more Vibes.
So then I started to really entertain the idea of perhaps...buying a new car. But I didn’t have the financial means to do this, and so I didn’t really want to pin too many hopes that this might come true. Ultimately the person who would make the decision to buy and who would in actuality own the car and who I would have to convince would by my sister. Who just bought an apartment and therefore had a shiny new mortgage.
Yeah, it wasn’t really great odds.
I went home that day resolved to bring up at least the idea of it, because why not, decompress, if it happens it happens and if not, I tried and I couldn’t be too upset about it because it wasn’t like we needed a new car anyway and I certainly couldn’t afford it by myself, and it wasn’t like we did heaps of driving now that we had moved. I came home with the shiny brochure and let her take a look at it, and suggested that maybe, we might be able to buy this shiny new small car if we could shuffle the Civic off to my mum, and my mum could sell off her ten year old car and maybe everyone could be happy? Sister considered this and said it would really depend on what Mother said, so I called her up to broach the idea.
Shut. Down.
The thing about mum is she REALLY likes her big family cars, even though she complains about the amount of gas it guzzles, because that shit is expensive and she really is not made of money. Getting a Jazz did not appeal to her at all because it was so small, and therefore unsafe and much less powerful (it’s not, it’s got a 5 star safety rating with dispersion technology in case of crashing and it’s light frame and Honda Racing engineered engine really made their 1.3L more on par with other brands’ 1.5L) (or so I was told). She did however float the idea of giving the Civic to my aunt, if we really wanted to get the new car.
At this, my and my sister both looked at each other with yucky faces because - we don’t have a good history with dealing with my mum’s younger sister. It’s not even personal it’s just that she dissed my mum something horrible and we’re both really not cool with it. With the answer already known, we asked if the aunt would be paying for the Civic if she took it off our hands, and the resulting silence really said it all.
And so the idea was shelved for a couple of days. TBC?
End: 1:20
Once over: 1:24
Right, so, new car. We got one, and I’m gonna write about it tonight, or so help me! (welp, it’s gonna take more than one set of night pages...)
Some background information that may or may not be pertinent: our previous car was a Honda Civic, in this kind of blue metallic colour. We had it for about five years, and it never had any problems. There were a couple of superficial cosmetic scratches on it, but otherwise in good condition. I actually rear-ended a guy’s car with it last year, which was pretty traumatic actually, but luckily the guy was really nice about it and concerned about how shaken up I was. Fortunately it was my first real accident, and it was probably the best kind of accident I could have had. I still get really antsy about how close I am to the car in front of me now, and just worried about spatial awareness when I’m in the car in general. It’s probably a good thing.
So anyway, one time I took the Civic in for a service at the Honda service centre, and they gave me a Honda Jazz to drive around in for the day. It was an older model, but I remember being in it and just liking it, a lot. I don’t know why, if it was because it was smaller or something, but I just remember I liked driving in it and parking it and just strangely liking it a lot, and even remarked about it to my sister when I got home that day after retrieving the Civic.
I forgot about it after that. Fast forward to two months ago, and Honda dealerships showing up for mystery shops at my job. It was pretty good money, so I signed up to do three of them. When I looked over the brief, I saw one of the options was to ask about a Jazz. Something ticked over in my brain and I remembered that I really liked that car. Add that to what I mentioned yesterday, about constructing a story with some grain of truth so it’s easier for you to remember, and then cue me, going in and asking over and over again about the Jazz, and test driving the damn thing three times.
Of course, I really liked it. Reaaaaaaallly reaaaaaally liked it.
It was all cool and updated and had magic seats and fishtank windows and indicators on the side mirrors! It was such an awesome car and drove really easily. Plus, having to play the part of an inquisitive buyer led to having three different spiels delivered to me about the Jazz Vibe’s benefits and why Honda was a great brand, plus it was a limited edition run and it’s RRP was very cheap because of it’s limited edition status, and beyond that there would be room to negotiate the price down further. It’s run would end around May, and when they sold out, they didn’t know when they’d get more Vibes.
So then I started to really entertain the idea of perhaps...buying a new car. But I didn’t have the financial means to do this, and so I didn’t really want to pin too many hopes that this might come true. Ultimately the person who would make the decision to buy and who would in actuality own the car and who I would have to convince would by my sister. Who just bought an apartment and therefore had a shiny new mortgage.
Yeah, it wasn’t really great odds.
I went home that day resolved to bring up at least the idea of it, because why not, decompress, if it happens it happens and if not, I tried and I couldn’t be too upset about it because it wasn’t like we needed a new car anyway and I certainly couldn’t afford it by myself, and it wasn’t like we did heaps of driving now that we had moved. I came home with the shiny brochure and let her take a look at it, and suggested that maybe, we might be able to buy this shiny new small car if we could shuffle the Civic off to my mum, and my mum could sell off her ten year old car and maybe everyone could be happy? Sister considered this and said it would really depend on what Mother said, so I called her up to broach the idea.
Shut. Down.
The thing about mum is she REALLY likes her big family cars, even though she complains about the amount of gas it guzzles, because that shit is expensive and she really is not made of money. Getting a Jazz did not appeal to her at all because it was so small, and therefore unsafe and much less powerful (it’s not, it’s got a 5 star safety rating with dispersion technology in case of crashing and it’s light frame and Honda Racing engineered engine really made their 1.3L more on par with other brands’ 1.5L) (or so I was told). She did however float the idea of giving the Civic to my aunt, if we really wanted to get the new car.
At this, my and my sister both looked at each other with yucky faces because - we don’t have a good history with dealing with my mum’s younger sister. It’s not even personal it’s just that she dissed my mum something horrible and we’re both really not cool with it. With the answer already known, we asked if the aunt would be paying for the Civic if she took it off our hands, and the resulting silence really said it all.
And so the idea was shelved for a couple of days. TBC?
End: 1:20
Once over: 1:24
