Being a chick, I get irrationally nervous when buying a car. ZOMG WHAT IF I BUY A LEMON? I pride myself on being just enough fanatical about cars to be picky about what to buy myself, but I wouldn’t know how to check the nitty gritties of a car before buying it.
Last year I upgraded from my beloved Talyn. I didn’t want to, but after too many not-at-fault accidents and one terrfying near miss, I knew I needed to get a car that:
a) wasn’t black and invisible to idiot Sydney drivers
b) had side/curtain airbags.
I knew I wanted a second hand Mazda3. I did my research and worked out what models from what years fit my criteria. I narrowed it down to 3 colour options. I checked the rego, greenslip and insurance prices (see? told you I’m fanatical. Or am I just a tight-wad?).
As a chick with some knowledge on how to shop for a car, but not a complete car whiz, I only car shopped at Mazda dealerships. I know they’re more expensive, but theorised it was worth the extra $$ if it was likely a trade in for a newer Mazda and therefore a much loved and well looked after zoom zoom.
I finally found my match in Red:
Ever paranoid, I didn’t allow myself a self-high five until Red got through a 100k service and rego check…which happened this week. The mechanic remarked that it was a great buy and now I am feeling justified in high-fiving myself for NOT BUYING A FREAKING LEMON.
Related: no more rego stickers in NSW? It’s freaking me out not having one. I feel like such a rebel.
After about 15 years, I’m back to being a redhead, baby!
I walked into my hairdresser a week ago and decided that the blonde needed a break. And after a few days of adjustment (aka while the colour faded slightly) I AM LOVING MYSELF SICK. Or is that sik?
Being a redhead again is SO much fun, you guys.