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The icon proper for this moment should say, WE did it, but I didn't make it that way, unfortunately.

My dad came to the house at eleven thirty. The first thing he did was piss me off by telling me to go change my jeans. "Those are dirty!"

So, muttering, "I could give a rat's ass," I shuffled in the house and changed.

I came out. He looks me over and says, "You look okay."

We get into the car. We drive. We go to Warwick. Todd sits in the back seat. Interestingly, Todd is wearing a jacket. I wasn't too alert when I woke up, so it wasn't until we were almost "there" that I thought it was weird that Todd would wear a jacket.

We pull up... someplace.

I look out the window and squint. "What are we doing here?"

Todd opens his jacket and hands me the little blue folder. I know this folder well. It's got a notebook inside of it, with all sorts of questions in it. There are pockets on either side with lots and lots of papers and check lists we downloaded from the internet.

It's the "car hunt" folder.

The place where we have just pulled up to is the Saturn dealership of Warwick.

Todd grins. "They have a car they want to show us, it's five thousand. It's standard, it's an SL2 and it's got a hundred thousand on it. But it's blue."

Being the inteligent, alert person I am, I say, "Huh?"

My dad says, "Well, we don't know if we want that car, but we will take a look. By the way, your mother and I have been thinking."

Unable to resist, I say, "Didn't the doctors warn you about that?"

Todd rubs my head. Dad does the finger flick on my arm.

Honestly, I am not trying to be rude here, I am in shock. I have been straining myself night and day to think of ways to come up with enough money to buy a chit box car that will get us through inspection, or deciding if it was worth it to fix up the Sundance just to get through. Now I'm going to the dealership. After the on-agin-off-again stuff with my folks, forgive me if I'm a tad skeptical. So, I'm not ready to get excited. I am shocked.

Dad continues. "Anyway, your mother and I were thinking and we talked. And we're willing to give you the first five thousand. Now, if you want a better car, we'll lend you the rest of the money you need, at a hundred dollars a month payback, no interest."

"B-but Dad, we ran into some troubles getting the old car fixed. W-we need some t-time-"

"Payments start in January 2002."

So, we get out of the car. I'm still not quite sure about all this.

We go inside the dealership and meet up with Mike, our salesguy who has come in on his day off for this. We take out the navy blue SL2.

It's a five speed. It's tight as a bug and got some power to spare. Considering it's got 100 thousand miles on it, the car feels great.

We come back. Dad says, "I do love the way the car feels, but I'm more than worried about the millage. What else do you have?"

Mike says, "Well, there is that blue coupe your daughter was drooling over a couple Saturdays ago."

Dad says, "Pull it around."

Mike says, "Okay."

Next thing I know it, I'm driving in this sporty looking blue coupe with a spoiler in the back. It's a year younger than the other one, and it only has 80thousand miles on it. At the rate I drive, that extra 20 thousand miles is about 2-4 extra years of driving. (I give myself a wide bearth, cause I know with a decent car, I will drive a lot more than I usually do)

It's automatic, which I haven't driven (except in borrowed cars or rentals) since I was 19 years old. I'm a standard girl. I don't know why, I just am.

But the car feels nice. I'm a little weirded out with the noises the car makes when it shifts into gears. I'm so used to hearing those noises and knowing what I'm supposed to do. So, I ask Mike and my dad. "Hey, is this normal?"

They both assure me it is.

We drive. Dad drives the car too. Todd does as well. Happy drivers, cruising all over the place in a little Saturn Coupe.

It's aqua. Grey interior. The other car is navy blue with grey interior.

One car is a bit stogy looking... (the first one) but it's the type of car I usually drove. The other... well, I know it's not a sports car, but damn it, the general shape and color... it just looks sexy.

We get back to the dealership. Mike looks at us. I look at Dad. Dad says, "I would feel more comfortable if you would borrow some money and get the coupe. But if you want the other car, we will still give you the money. It's up to you."

Mike wanders off a bit and looks at this brand new Saturn that is bright red and really sporty looking. I avoid looking in his direction.

I look at Todd.

Todd looks at me and says, very softly, "The automatic has a little more leg room for me, both driving and as a passenger."

There is no accusation in his voice, no attempting to persuade me. I know Todd. He is trying to just be honest and see where my heart lies.

I'm still numb. Remember, as far as I knew last night, I was in Serious. Car. Trouble. Now I'm looking at two Saturns, like I'm Somebody Important, being asked to chose.

I finally say, "I want the coupe."

Dad nods. "I'm really glad you picked that one."

Todd just grins.

Mike magically appears at our sides again and we wander into the dealership.

More talking. We look at the service print out and realize they put a lot of work into the car getting it ready after trade in. All the belts have been replaced, all the fluids replace. Radiator flushed, AC recharged, etc. etc. We're pretty happy.

Finally, I ask Mike, "W-when can w-we g-get the car?"

Mike says, "Well, we think you can take it home with you today."

More stuff happens. We get a temporary plate that's good for 20 days. That's cool, cause it gives us 20 days to get rid of the Sundance.

We cruise up to show my mom. She's thrilled.

Now I have this... sexy blue coupe Saturn in my driveway... and I'm still in shock.

It's a good shock though.

Tomorrow we have to go back to the Saturn dealer and give him a copy of our registration. They will mail me a new one... well the registry will. Also, the car must be inspected. They couldn't do it today, cause the machine was down. (Not their fault. The machine is a state thing and they have no control over how long it stays up)

I even called my insurance company at the dealership and raised my insurance to include collision. I will talk to them tomorrow about how much and what kind, but as far as I know, I have collision insurance on my car.

I'm still in shock.

I can't believe my folks. How much I love them. How much I appreciate this. How I will do whatever I can to pay them back, cause damn it, they deserve it.

God, it's a pretty car.

Now, I need the time and a good excuse for a road trip. Any ideas folks?
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