We looked at cars. We drove some. One new one (a 2015 Ford Escape). Mostly a year or two or three old. We did not fall in love. The salesperson was beside herself, but she was able to contain it, almost. That was Tuesday.
Still, nothing certain. I’ve settled on what I want, though. I want a pickup, a convertible, that gets very high gas mileage, has a super smooth but very sporty ride; a vehicle that absolutely defines luxury. It has to be cheap, too. We’re still looking.
Even decent car salespeople annoy. Like the woman who practically climaxed while talking about a Nissan Altima, saying, “This is just a remarkable car! It’s an incredible deal. You just can’t find a nicer car than this.” But when I asked, she had no idea about the price. “I’ll have to check.” But that was nothing.
After driving the Escape, a Hundai Tucson, a Ford Fusion, and the Nissan Altima, we were ready to go. “Wait, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this one. It’s like the car I drive. A 2012 Lincoln MKZ. It is PERFECT! Low miles, great price, luxury like you can’t believe!”
Her partner in crime, a woman trained (I assume) to salvage buyers leaving without a car, brought around the Lincoln. “Take it for a drive.” We did.
I could imagine the original salesperson, watching us drive away in the Lincoln: “Oh my god, I’m going to…” But, alas, we weren’t blow away by the three year old doddering luxury car suited more to über geezers than to us. The salesperson came so close to ecstasy, but we spoiled it by leaving in our own car.
We will drive a Toyota or two, a Honda, maybe another Hundai. We’re in no huge rush. The greatest feeling of control when looking to buy a car is knowing that I can and will walk away if the car and the deal are not both right. None of those cars were right. But, then, I’m not absolutely certain I’m going to find my smooth- and sporty-riding, fuel-efficient convertible pickup that exudes luxury, at least not for a price I’m willing to pay.