So, yesterday I bought a new car. Yes, odd that I decide to put myself in MUCH debt on the anniversary of my birth. It just sorta happened that way. Same $$$ as the Tiburon but was easier to actually obtain. I needed a car NOW and interest rates are going up so, I bit down and signed the papers.
It’s actually a very nice car…I am enamoured with it quite a bit. Geek specs if you’re into that sort of thing:
- Cobalt 2006 SS 1SS
- Non Supercharged
- 4 Speed Automatic
- Racing seats, SS badging, white faced guages, cloth interior (leather is dead!)
- 2.4l, Normally aspirated, 171hp
- 4 Wheel Disc, ABS w/ Traction control
- Sunroof
That’s it. It was a very odd day and a half. I get a phone call Wednesday telling me that the car I requested has been found and brought to the dealership and will be ready in 1 hour for me to look at. Yay! Except that I didn’t request a car. I *mentioned* the car and *inquired* about the car to the dealer 2 days prior. So they found one in North Carolina and drove it here for me. Just for me. How nice.
The car is so new and in such a limited production they didn’t even know about it. (Long story, but that engine in it is new for 2006 in the cobalt and it kicks SO much ass) Anyway, they had to wash it twice (not at my request) because people kept coming up to it and putting their fingers all over it and leaning in and on the windows. It was funny. They finally had to park it behind a gate while we got the paperwork straight.
I cried when they drove my bug away, but I didn’t let anyone see.