Well, that's mostly true. With one exception, she has beaten, bruised, battered and befuddled every automobile she's ever owned into submission. The sneaky survivor was a lemon of a VW Beetle that she had the good fortune to pawn off on a teenage suburbanite for the same cost she had into it.
Today, she bought her 6th car, a 2008 Honda Element with 47k miles on it. The deal was as fair as they come, and as sneaky as used car salesmen are known to be, we found that as a power couple, we can be even sneakier.
She traded in a 2000 Merc Villager with 107k miles on it. The suspension is shot. The transmission is shot. The brakes are shot. The A/C is shot. It's a basket case. We were glad that it didn't catch fire when we drove it in at an hour before the lot closed for the day. If we had shown up earlier, they would have taken it for a test drive, but to our advantage, they didn't. They wanted to go home and watch the series finale of House, M.D.
If I had to tell the truth, I'd say that the van's sad condition was due to 50% crappy manufacturing and 50% user abuse. Regardless, we got about 500% of the real value on trade and peeled out of the parking lot in the new Honda like Bonnie and Clyde.
Most of all, the best thing to come out of this, is that the missus won't be borrowing my truck any time soon, and I'm good with that.
Oh yeah - this car shopping crap is part of the reason that I haven't done shit with the bike in a week or so. The other reasons are: general laziness, a new videogame, excessive napping and a few hangovers.
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