My financial controller has a new ride. She gets one about every two to three years. The way she judges when it’s time to trade is when she has so much stuff in what she’s driving that there is no room for her.
I always have to go to make the trade and she hates to go with me. But, she knows if I go alone, I come home with the same old vehicle. This time she told the general manager I dealt with that he had made it easier for her by not getting me upon top of his desk to make my offer understood. I will admit, that I can be a little stubborn - okay, a lot stubborn.
New cars cost a lot of money - a lot more than previous models. And, they offer less, especially room and quality parts. There’s not a lot of storage in the new SUV. As a matter of fact, there is almost none. The old one had lots of places to put your stuff. Not this one.
Most parts on the interior are plastic or imitation plastic on new vehicles. So far as I can tell, all of the parts on the exterior are real plastic. All manufacturers have trimmed out anything heavy to improve mileage. Plus, they have made new models so small, any obese person can’t get inside and mess up the mileage.
The plan is to give this new ride to the youngest granddaughter in a couple of years. After she gets some experience driving an old pickup. The sales person asked her, "What are you going to drive when you give the new one to granddaughter?" I piped in, "She has a golf cart."
That may not have been the right answer.
PMO
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