There is a huge bit of news in the works. First, the background.

I learned to drive on my mom’s 1988 Toyota Corolla LE. It was her first new car, and we had to share it because unlike 99% of my high school classmates, I didn’t get my own car on my sixteenth birthday. After a few years, my mom decided to give me the Corolla and she got her own Camry, which she still has, Chicago winters and all. The Corolla made it all the way to Pennsylvania with me, then to Birmingham, Alabama, and then at 150,000 miles it was time to admit that it wasn’t going to make it all the way West.

I loved that car. We went through a lot together. It smelled bad, because the trunk was mildewed, and the radio was stolen in Birmingham, and the alternator went once. I think three out of the four cylinders only ever worked. But it got me places, without fail, or without catastrophic fail at least. I did so love that car.

Chad and I have been sharing a car for over two years now. It hasn’t all been happy public transportation time for me, here in Marin, where things are a bit more spread out than they are in the city. And now that I have a job that’s not based on an hourly wage, but more of a “work until your work is done” thing, Chad’s schedule doesn’t always match up to mine. Trying to carpool when we don’t work the exact same hours or even near each other anymore has been causing us quite a bit of stress. Then there’s the fact that we each have friends, hobbies, and commitments all over the Bay Area.

Debt is not something I’m fond of, but sometimes it can’t be helped. So I shopped around and found the car I wanted … and then I found the car I could afford. The car I wanted is a Chrysler PT Cruiser. The car I could afford is a Toyota Echo. It’ll get me from point A to point B, and that’s what’s important. Plus, it’s a lease, so I can trade it in if I want to, although I suspect I’ll be keeping it until I run it into the ground, much like I did with the Corolla.

But this isn’t the end of the story. I have something else in mind, something involving audience participation, but you’ll just have to wait until I actually get the car and take pictures of it to find out what that is.

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