My beloved car was to the point where it was no longer safe to drive it … the wheel well was gone on one side, struts or shocks were poking through, the slightest bump could pop a tire, and parts were flying off it regularly. It was time.
In the past months, I had stubbornly refused to admit my car was fading fast, I kept seeing it in a white light and insisting it would last until I had the money for a new one. I now had $1,200 in my purse and had decided I really needed to find something fast as I was not sure how much longer my car would hold out.
My trusted mechanic, Carl, had even told me the car was not worth putting any money into … in fact, I had been checking the car lot he shared the grounds with regularly for weeks, looking for something I could readily afford. I subscribe to Dr. Phil’s philosophy about not having car payments.
Armed with the knowledge there was nothing on the car lot owned by Randy, on the same grounds with Carl, that I could afford, I preceded to search the Internet for a suitable vehicle. I had $1,200 and my car as a trade in, and that had to cover it. I knew the universe would provide, and I was curious to find out what it had in store for me and how it would go about helping me to find it.
The Internet quickly yielded a bevy of choices … and my heart was fast drawn to one particular car, which was priced $1,495 at a family owned dealership in Wayland. I knew with my car as a trade in I could get it into the affordable range, so I put my title in my purse and headed to Wayland.
My heart sank when my fiancé and I found the car … a flat tire, wires hanging out of the glove box with a key chain loop holding the glove box door somewhat shut. To top it all off, when my fiancé sat in the cramped seat, wasps flew out from under it threatening to attack … there were many other problems with the vehicle as well.
The salesman was not knowledgeable about the vehicle. When I inquired why they put it out for sale in that condition he said it was a “thousand dollar trade in” from a kid and those type of cars they just turn them over, they don’t give them garage time as that’s more for the more expensive vehicles .
It seemed their family name they bragged about online only mattered with the more expensive vehicles and the ones a young driver was most likely to start out in didn’t seem to matter as much to them. I decided I did not like this dealership.
I had a bad feeling about the car … then he shows me another one which had a sunroof and it was a real rag … beat up and carpet ripped up and everything …. And when we got in it and tried to see if anything worked the heat, cold, nothing worked …. No fan of any kind … can you imagine how that would be in the winter? You wouldn’t even be able to clear your windshield. When I pointed this out to him he said, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” How could you forget about something that renders a car useless? My gut told me we were wasting our time here.
James, the salesman quickly offered to sell me the original car we looked at … wasp nest and all, for a thousand bucks … we declined, leaving my phone number just in case they got something decent in that was in our price range. James was quick to let me know it was my own fault for having so little money to work with …. If I had more money I could’ve left there in something that was at least a passable vehicle, apparently.
I was not discouraged, I felt my $1,200 was going to get me a good car … I just had to trust the universe and act on any and all hunches. I wondered if we would see my new car on the side of the road or what. I was curious to see how it would all play out, but I knew I was getting a new car.
My hunch told me to go back to the dealership we saw before, that we had circled around when looking for the family owned dealership. My boyfriend didn’t understand why, when we already knew everything they had was too rich for our wallet … but I followed my instincts and we went … I was driving, after all.
I circled around the back and looked at two vehicles and discovered the one I could afford was totally unacceptable in every way, shape and form …. The struts were rusted out just like the one I was driving …which sat so low to the ground my muffler was often getting knocked off with the slightest bump.
As I was leaving the dealership I had to go down a steep driveway, as we were going toward the expressway, and I was going slow and careful, but despite my best efforts, my muffler got knocked off and my car became very loud ….. as in, “No way you’re not going to get a ticket if a cop is around” loud.
My fiancé started to get a bit ruffled … but I told him to relax, we’d go see my mechanic, Carl, and he’d fix us right up. It was a very loud trip from Wayland to Otsego, but we arrived at Carl’s shop and he said he did not have time to look at it, he was swamped and he had an appointment he had to leave on time for.
I told Carl that we had been out car shopping and I hated to use any of my $1,200 to fix that car, as we needed to use it to get a new one, but that I had not seen anything on their lot I could afford. Carl said they didn’t have anything in that price range. He advised me to go across the street to the muffler man. I was disappointed, I did not want to use anyone to work on my car other than my own mechanic, but he was too busy and it had to be done, so I headed over there.
After filling out the paperwork, I had my back to the door and was waiting for my turn to have my car inspected when Carl came rushing in and the lady behind the counter asked, “May I help you?” I turned to look when I heard Carl’s voice say, “I need to talk to her” and he pointed me out. I approached Carl and he said, “$1,200 and your car for that white 1997 Chevy Lumina over there.” And he left again in a hurry, he had so much to do and he had taken the time to come and find me and let me know that he had managed to talk the guy down for me on a car that was originally priced beyond my reach.
My fiancé and I played frogger, walking across the busy street to take a look. I could not believe we could honestly have something that nice for the money I had after the rags I’d been looking at in my price range, which, apparently, wouldn’t buy much anywhere in Wayland. I quickly dodged traffic back to the muffler place and told them to never mind, we just bought a new car and were trading the old one in so we would not need the muffler fixed after all. The lady smiled and congratulated me as she wadded up my work order and threw it in the trash.
I drove my car for the last time, from the muffler place, back to Randy and Carl’s lot. Randy came out with the keys, telling us to look it over, drive it, and let him know. There were two key fobs with push button entry. Something I have never had in a vehicle before.
As we drove the new car around the lot it sounded great, we checked it over and it was clean and the wheel wells were solid … and my fiancé was delighted to point out how nice and high up off the ground the muffler sat, compared to the one we were trading in, where the muffler touched the ground if you hit the slightest bump.
Once the paperwork was complete and I said goodbye to my old car, we were on the way down the road … my fiancé had to laugh at me when I slowed way down for the slight bumps in the road … reminding me that I did not have to do that anymore .
I must say that car drives like a dream and Carl and Randy have a customer for life in me, that’s for sure. I even got $11 back out of the $1,200, which is exactly what it costs us to go to the movies at M89 cinema when we bring our popcorn refill buckets on Thursday’s and get a large pop.
Also, my car was ready to go, license switched over and all, the only thing I had to do was call my insurance agent and let him know I changed vehicles. I didn’t even have to go there and pick up my proof of insurance, but I did, just so I could drive my new car.
I could’ve gotten upset when the car I saw online turned out to be a rag, or when the muffler fell off, but no matter what happened, I just said, “Everything that happens, no matter what, is happening for my good. The reason will soon be revealed.”
If the muffler had not fallen off, I would not have been at Carl’s shop or Randy’s car lot that day; we had already given up looking there as the vehicles were out of our price range.
The muffler would not have fallen off if I had not been driving in a car lot with a steep driveway going down. I would not have been in that driveway if I had ignored my inner voice which already knew they didn’t have anything I could afford, or if I had listened when my fiancé told me there was no reason to go there again.
I could go on with how it all worked out, but the idea is clear. If you truly believe everything that happens, no matter what, is neither good, nor bad, but happens for a reason, and you keep an open mind and listen to your inner voice, or trust your instinct, however you want to refer to it, you will have many experiences like this, as I do.
I trusted the universe, and the universe provided, above and beyond my wildest dreams.
Not only that … no car payments.