Today I picked up a new car at a dealership.
I mean really new. Only 57 kms on the dial.
This is the tenth car I have had in 37 years.
I've had my share of beaters. Cars I owned until they needed a repair that cost more than the car was worth. They would end up in the wreckers yard.
I had a couple of "nice" cars when my family was young. I got these when they were 5 or 6 years old and the warranty was expired.
After my divorce, I couldn't afford a car for a couple of years, but eventually went back to beaters.
Just recently, I had a windfall of unexpected cash and my first reaction was to think of a new car. So I jumped in. The only thing more expensive in my life has been buying a house, and it feels good.
I never thought of choosing a colour before. Never had the opportunity to pick a make and model. Never choose accessories, unless it was to buy floor mats to cover disgustingly wornout rugs.
Today when I picked up the car that I chose, I was a king. And it felt good.