Well, I gave back the borrowed Geo Prizm.
I came this close to buying it. In fact, I told the seller yesterday, “If nothing weird happens between now and tomorrow morning, I’ll take it.”
That, of course, was a trigger for all manner of weird. Forgive me if I don’t get into the details. I’m tired of this.
Anyhow, it was a nifty little car. Great fun to drive. Smooth. But despite all the assurances, I don’t think I’d have ever felt completely at ease with a vehicle that old and that high-mileage. Questions about the seller’s mechanical competence tilted the deal in the direction of no.
Now it’s back to going on foot (and sometimes in the cars of friends and neighbors) while I gradually try another thing or two to fix the Xterra. Next thought: siphon out the gas and replace it with non-ethanol fuel.
But once the ankle is working really reliably again, fact is that I don’t need a vehicle as much as most people do.