No, I’m not getting married. I’ve just borrowed this car for a couple of days.
It’s old. It’s borrowed. It’s blue. It’s also for sale.
I did something on Thursday (no idea what) to stress my ankle. Now I realize I was overly optimistic about strolling to town three or four times a week so soon after breaking it.
The car is a 1993 Geo Prizm with 219,000 miles on it. Sounds awful on at least two counts, doesn’t it? Maybe three. Until you realize it’s actually a Toyota Corolla in disguise. Online reviews sing its praises — troublefree! cheap to own!
Still … risky to buy such an aged thing, I fear. OTOH, it had extensive maintenance less than 30k miles ago (including a timing belt and new water pump), its history is local and well-known, and it comes with a promise that the seller will personally fix anything that goes wrong with it in the first year. Running great so far.
Oh, and it gets nearly double the Xterra’s gas mileage.
Meantime, I have a bunch of boxes to take the the PO and groceries to get. I’ll rollerskate to town in this little thing.