I got my first car on June 7th of this year from a private car dealer after searching for months. I had my fair share of cars that I saw that where piles of crap said to be in great condition, thanks to desperate car owners. Though in the end I got a car that I wanted and in great condition. Would I ever go through the craigslist hunt again? Maybe if the need for another car presented itself. The first car I had looked at during this journey was a 1997 Lexus SC300. It was a silver color with black interior. It’s body was scratched up and battered with it’s interior have befallen the same fate. Though I seriously considered it for the reliable 2JZ non turbo engine the miles at 157k were too high for my liking. The next car after this was a 2004 Volkswagen Jetta GLI. The car seemed like 3 colors thanks to the Black Magic pearlescent paint it had. The exterior had numerous scratches on it and the interior looked like a late night taco bell run had happened every day. The engine mounts were shot and the transmission shifted like a sledgehammer. The thought of a 2004 GLI with 84k miles was intriguing, but the car had seen better days. The pile of crap that was the GLI …show more content…
When I was little I always believed I get stuck with either my sister’s 2008 Jetta or my dad’s 1989 Ciera. To me these weren't cars I could call my own there were memories in those cars that weren’t mine. So when I saw the opportunity to have something that I could start my teen life with that would be mine and mine only I jumped on it. I enjoyed the thought of as it allowed for me to become more independent and it presented the ability to make the car my own. If I had started changing my sister’s car I would’ve felt bad because in my mind my sister still owns part of that car. In summary I’m grateful for the stroke of luck I had by having to ability to have a good car that I can call my own for many years to
...as ?nifty? if you drove a Firebird Trans Am or Dodge charger. Today, people restore these cars to drive a piece of automotive history.
When I was fourteen I began the search for a vehicle. I want to find an older truck or muscle car to fix up and have done by the time I got my driver’s license. So every day I would search the web for what would be the best looking, easiest to work on, and cheapest vehicle I could find. I fell in love with the look of the square body Chevy short bed trucks and it was all the things I was looking for; the hunt was on for the one for me.
When I turned twenty-two I was excited to purchase my first car, I had been saving for 5 years in order to obtain the car of my dreams. I knew exactly what I wanted, all the “bells and whistles”, and I knew exactly what I was willing to pay and not a penny more. I thought I had a strong knowledge of the sales and pricing of the particular car I was hoping to buy, because I had done my research for weeks browsing and comparing the Sunday car ads. I was assured that my knowledge of the sales would get me a fair price and a great deal. However, my overconfidence and naivety, in the “creepy” sales tactics used by the dealership, made me unaware of the three hour nightmare that was about to ensue; leaving me brokenhearted, angry and vowing to never step foot on a car lot again.
To get the best deal you possibly can it’s recommended that you do some research on the cars in your list. The first step can be made a whole lot more effective if any of your friends or family own one of the cars you are interested in. This allows you to get a firsthand account of how well the car operates from a trustworthy mouth. Hopefully your friend or family will allow you to test drive the car, thereby either reinforcing your belief that this is the car for you or deteriorating it. The next best thing to having friends or family tell you about their car is having a perfect stranger that you’ve never met, cry about how a certain car is terrible because the oil needed to be changed five years after purchase. Excuse my sarcasm, but this unfortunately can be the most deterring part of buying a car so don’t let it down your mood. This process can be rather infatuating if you don’t mind having your hopes and dreams crushed by upset relatively low-reasoning customers. After you’ve searched through some blogs and a couple websites detailing what people like and dislike about the cars on your list its time to come to a conclusion about your purchase. You need the one that meets your criteria, the one that you can see yourself being satisfied with for the next five to ten years, and the one that… Well, let’s be truthful here, get the coolest looking, cheapest one, that has what you
really neat car that not many other people had. Than the next thing I would do
About a year and a half ago I found myself in the market for a car. I had moved from Baltimore to Austin car less. In Texas, I found it to be extremely difficult to get around without a car. This brought me to the purchase of a 2005 Toyota Corolla.
For those unfamiliar the Pontiac Catalina it was essentially a slightly upscale version of the Chevy impala with a higher performance engine and more luxurious interior. It came in a coupe convertible
Have you ever owned a car that it’s so old that you can’t find parts for it ? My topic is the story Catch the Moon by Judith Ortiz Cofer . Its when a bad kid find the right path to a better life . His dad is trying to teach him how to take care of the family junkyard . But the kid just see’s him making him to do chores.
Model, year, condition, nothing matters for them if you are ready to sell the junk car.
You might to look at one with the idea that you are never going to get that car in your life and then end up letting it drive you off the
Old Cars Buying a used car has many advantages, such as a lower cost, a cheaper insurance, and less depreciation. However,
I decided this was a good idea and bought a second car: a 1966 Ford Mustang. Rather than wait around to find out what other expenses would cost me following the initial purchase, I researched what I wanted to buy and how it would cost me later before I made the purchase. I discovered that I could get a classic car for more money upfront, but save hundreds of dollars every month on insurance and taxes and be able to sell it for the same price that I bought it, if not more, years later. However, the Mustang costed $12,000 and I only had $9,000 after selling the Charger to my brother.
In addition to the car model and color choices were decisions on options packages. And having seen the "pimped out" SUVs on MTV Cribs, complete with two or three LCD screens (one in the dashboard for the driver, of course), DVD player, speakers costing more than my college education, GPS navigation systems similar to those used in the Space Shuttle, heated seats, and 20 inch chrome wheels, my eyes were wide with opportunity. After checking on financing and whittling down the alternatives to what I might really need or want, I ended up with the most basic of standard packages.
Buying a Used Car The question I would like to bring up here is whether it’s wise to buy a used car or to make an additional effort and buy a new car. If you look at it purely from an economical stand point then it’s quiet obvious that due to the fact that you miss out on the heaviest depreciation hit the average car absorbs in the first two and three years it’s wise to buy a used car. A car of two or even three years on the road is basically a new car and in some cases didn’t even finished the manufacturers original bumper to bumper warranty. (Not included labor :-(
Finally it passed through the other side followed by an eerie screeching sound. The dreadful sound was emanating from the dry rotted tires that were rubbing against the rails. After the car emerged from the exit of the car wash, it was then wiped dry by the co-workers of the car wash. Watching the employee’s wipe the car I could hear the boy my age say, “I feel bad for who ever owns that car”. The car was fully washed and ready to go as one of the staff members approached the benched and asked which one of us the owner of the vehicle. Again the muttered another comment, “sure isn’t mine”. The comment from the boy made me hesitant, but for a moment I realized the only person I was fooling was myself. So I picked myself up and as I was about to leave, the man in his mid forties stated to me “it could have been worse, my first car barely ran”. With that comment I was a little more encouraged to get into the car and leave with some dignity.