I got the car. I have a car. I am in debt because of a car. I couldn't be happier.
A supposed 1 1/2 hour trip to the shop of the mechanic who sold me the car turned into a six hour test of my nerves. Partly his fault and partly mine. I didn't have the proper insurance set up and he got caught up in some work and didn't have the car inspected when I got there. Then a wire to the starter went bad and he had to repair that. But in the end I left with a much smaller savings account and a nice little white 1989 Honda Civic.
Can I visit you now?