The key wouldn’t turn. Poo. I went around to the passenger door. Key wouldn’t turn. The key hasn’t worked in the boot for many months, so that wasn’t an option. I fiddled some more. Key wouldn’t turn. Poo. Aaron tried to turn the key. Key wouldn’t turn. Humph. We went inside in search of the spare key (which has never been able to actually turn the car on, only open the door). Hmmm…I put it somewhere safe, but where was that safe place?
“I got it!” Grandma touched the key and just like magic, she could turn it. Maybe all the shaking was just what the lock needed (poor Grandma).
“Don’t lock the door!” Aaron said.
Time to get a new car.
Some time later:
Looking slightly sheepish “I kinda want a WRX,” Aaron said.
“Is that really practical?” I asked, sceptical.
“You know when you have always wanted something that you couldn’t have and then there’s a chance you could have it and you really want it? (I can’t remember the exact words that were said here, but they went something like that)”
“You mean like a cat?” I said.
“Oh man, I walked right into that.”
“You can get a WRX if I can get a cat.” Oh snap!
The car shopping began on the weekend. Because I know nothing about cars, and I just like things that look pretty, Aaron compiled a nice list of potential cars within our budget, had good safety ratings, and well, I’m not sure what else.
First stop Subaru, to check out Aaron’s preference, the WRX. I liked the look of the Forester. Roomy, plenty of boot (trunk) space, driver sits up high (which I like because I learned to drive in a van. My van. My van was awesome.). I don’t know, I just liked it.
They wouldn’t let us drive the WRX first. Apparently they get a lot of hooligans coming in who just want to drive it, and have no actual interest in buying it. Eventually, we were allowed to drive it. The salesman (Rob) went first.
Rob stepped on the gas. VROOOM! I actually went back in the seat a little bit. I was so not expecting that. VROOM! It was exhilarating. Who knew a car could be so much fun. Hang on, that’s not true, I kinda knew. I knew go carts and dune buggies could be that fun. Of course Aaron will never ever ride with me in one again, but that’s not the point. I’m surprised Aaron wanted to buy a fast car after riding with me in a dune buggy. He still maintains I almost killed us (not true, I knew I wouldn’t hit that tree while sliding around that corner). Wow, this was a good car. So comfortable too….
I moved the seat forward and tested the pedals. Nope, still too far back. I moved it forward again. Still can’t reach. I pushed the seat lifting lever. Oh, that’s better, I can actually put my foot all the way down on the clutch. Awesome. I relaxed the clutch again. Uh-oh. My knee hit the steering column. Bollocks. “I can’t drive this car.”
I think Aaron’s heart broke a little bit. He looked flabbergasted.
Then we got in the 2010 WRX. Just in case. Save Aaron’s dream a little bit. Plus, I really want a cat. Hmmm…the steering column in the older one (I say older, but it was still brand new and the 2011 had only just come out) is slightly smaller, allowing my extremely short legs to reach the pedals whilst allowing room for my knees (which were millimeters from hitting the steering column). I don’t think car manufacturers think about fun sized people when making cars.
Next stop: Holden. We wanted to try the new Cruise (I don’t think they spell it like that, but I really can’t be bothered looking it
up. I think it’s Cruz?). We looked around at all the cars, but no one came to help us. Doesn’t anyone want to sell us a car? Did we not look serious enough (or old enough)? Hmmm….
“Maybe if you held your hands at 10 and 2 like you’re supposed to, you could see the speedo.” A salesman finally helped us and we were test driving the car.
“I’m not changing the way I hold my hands when I drive, this is how I like to drive!” Did this wanker actually think he was going to sell us a car by patronising me?
“How fast does it go from 0 to 100.” Aaron asked sub-par salesman.
“That’s irrelevant.” Seriously guy, you’re going to tell a customer that his question is irrelevant? How do you even sell anything?
Even if we did want the cruise, there was absolutely no way we were buying it from him. We sat at his desk and talked price (because it’s impossible to just get away no questions asked after a test drive). Obviously we didn’t buy it and got up to leave.
“Hold on, I’ll just get the manager to come and say hi before you go. You can have a seat.” Um…
Then the manager came over and sub-par salesman pretty much told him why we were leaving. It was so awkward, uncomfortable and random. It was like they were trying to guilt us into buying a car or something. So uncool and pretty much made us not want to buy a Holden, ever.
We checked out some Toyota’s as well, the Rav 4, and the Aurion.
We um’d and awed all night. Did we want a small SUV, or a car? We went back and forth. One of us would want the Forester, the other the WRX, then we’d switch. Car buying is hard!
Eventually, we decided to go with the WRX. It may not seem like it, but it really is a family car. For Aaron, it has a turbo engine and a sporty exterior, for me, it has leather seats, a sun roof, gps, a dvd player, a boot that fits the pram and groceries (oh, and it’s shiny), and for Hannah, well, she’s a baby, so she doesn’t really care. But it fits her car seat, and it can fit another one next to it (for the future, no, I am NOT pregnant!), along with room for someone to sit in the back. I’m sure when she’s a little older, she’ll like the dvd player too. Plus, all it’s doors actually open when you want them to, the windows roll down, and the air conditioner doesn’t take 20 minutes to start working. So you know what? I think the WRX is the perfect car for our family right now. We’ll get a bigger one later.
So we got the WRX, where is my cat?