Yesterday Sara leased a 2014 Toyota Corolla, with a little help from Mom and Rick. It's a pretty silver car. I think she would have been happier with another color, but the dealer didn't have a wide selection on the lot for her to drive off in, and she needed to turn in her rental car. It doesn't have all the bells and whistles (GPS, etc.), but it does have AC and a deep trunk for Mom's wheelchair, and it's a vast improvement over the money sucking old car that she had been driving.
This has brought to mind the cars I drove over the years before I stopped driving. I never liked driving. I didn't get my license til I was in my early twenties. That was in order for me to drive a company car for the job I had at the time, field checking commercial properties to help determine their fire insurance rates. I don't even remember what kind it was--some kind of sedan. I got to use it off the job, so had the experience of picking up Becky from music camp at snowy Idylwild.
The first car I bought was a used brown Pinto that I bought from my aunt. Next was an ice blue (in other words white) Nissan Sentra, followed by a red Hyundai. My last car was a used car I bought from a newspaper ad in the Nineties. By then I was living in Long Beach. One rainy day I got in a fender bender on the way to work. That's when I decided that public transportation was the way to go. I used the Long Beach buses until I moved back to my childhood home when my dad passed away.
Since I've lived with my mom, I've used dial-a-ride services. It's a lot less stressful than driving, and a lot easier on my wallet.
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