Well I just got back from the dealership dropping off my Miata for a clutch replacement... I called ahead to make sure they had a MS3 in stock and setup for test drives.
Anyhow, when I got there it was sitting out front all ready and willing for me. She was a black beauty of the likes I had never seen before. I walked in and asked for "Keith" the Internet sales manager. He was more than happy to show me the car and seemed genuinely interested in my Mazda history... dealers will be dealers I guess.
So, We get in and I immediately pop the clutch on purpose to test ol Keith's reaction and to set him up for a real test drive. I won't go into the details but I was happy enough with the car that I offered him my left testicle on the spot... turns out Mazda NA doesnt need anymore nuts.
So I hop into my Mazda3 sedan service loaner and start heading back to the office, all the while dreaming of my black beauty. I scarcely remember the journey back to work (This car will haunt my dreams.) Let alone get to appreciate the stock Mazda3.
I decided to try to think about something else for a while and check my email, design a business card, you know normal work stuff. But I'm too distracted and before long I find myself over that the edmunds.com payment calculators trying to figure out how to make it work. I even starting punching numbers on a lease (somebody shoot me now).
I told my wife last week (before the test drive) that I wanted a $25k car... She jokingly said "Would you rather have the car or build your garage" (we're in the process of adding on to our house). $200 more a month for this car over my current one, not to mention the insurance OR I can spend $350/mo for the cost of building my garage... which I've wanted for 5 years. Hmmm...
Regardless of the outcome, I am now officially depressed. My black beauty will be in the arms of another soon, likely very soon. I can tell she loves me too, but doesnt have the patience to wait around for me. And to all of you lucky enough to have one; I say please treat her like a lady because those of us who have to stare at you together wince at the though of the joy we're missing.
/cheesy depressed rant.
Anyhow, when I got there it was sitting out front all ready and willing for me. She was a black beauty of the likes I had never seen before. I walked in and asked for "Keith" the Internet sales manager. He was more than happy to show me the car and seemed genuinely interested in my Mazda history... dealers will be dealers I guess.
So, We get in and I immediately pop the clutch on purpose to test ol Keith's reaction and to set him up for a real test drive. I won't go into the details but I was happy enough with the car that I offered him my left testicle on the spot... turns out Mazda NA doesnt need anymore nuts.
So I hop into my Mazda3 sedan service loaner and start heading back to the office, all the while dreaming of my black beauty. I scarcely remember the journey back to work (This car will haunt my dreams.) Let alone get to appreciate the stock Mazda3.
I decided to try to think about something else for a while and check my email, design a business card, you know normal work stuff. But I'm too distracted and before long I find myself over that the edmunds.com payment calculators trying to figure out how to make it work. I even starting punching numbers on a lease (somebody shoot me now).
I told my wife last week (before the test drive) that I wanted a $25k car... She jokingly said "Would you rather have the car or build your garage" (we're in the process of adding on to our house). $200 more a month for this car over my current one, not to mention the insurance OR I can spend $350/mo for the cost of building my garage... which I've wanted for 5 years. Hmmm...
Regardless of the outcome, I am now officially depressed. My black beauty will be in the arms of another soon, likely very soon. I can tell she loves me too, but doesnt have the patience to wait around for me. And to all of you lucky enough to have one; I say please treat her like a lady because those of us who have to stare at you together wince at the though of the joy we're missing.
/cheesy depressed rant.