This past Friday, I put down a deposit a new (to me) car. After all is said and done—after a couple of weeks involving loan payoffs, loan approvals, title transfers, trips to the DMV, etc.—I will be stylin’ and profilin’ in my new sled.
The “improbable” part of this story is borne from a series of unexpected events. I’d put off buying a new car until after our wedding, which was 3 months ago. Since then, with all the crazy bullshit that’s happening with the house (completely new roof and gutters plus a shitload of internal fixes due to water damage), the thought of replacing the ‘99 Blackura had fallen between and under the cushions of life’s stained and smelly sofa. Wow, that was a stretch.
A few days ago, Bike Crash Homey from work forwarded an email from a friend of hers. He was selling two cars, one of which sounded pretty goddamned sweet to me. She arranged to have lunch with the seller last Friday, and I test drove the car while they were out noshing. After a brief discussion with Erin, I wrote the man a check for the deposit.
The “sequel” part of this story comes from the fact that it’s another black Acura; it’s another Blackura. Here’s an unintended photo showing the new in front of the old:
And, here’s the dirt: 2005 Acura TL, 3.2L V6 with 270hp and 238ft-lbs. torque. Six-speed manual trans, black on tan leather with the nav system. Tons of safety shit, sports package incl. larger Brembo brakes, stiffer suspension, and too many geek-style gadgets to mention [Edmunds]. The best part: it only has about 4,400 miles on it. All of this cheaper than any of the cars I was considering buying back in March, except for the Civic.
Needless to say, I’m quite excited about getting my hands and feet on this son-of-a-bitch.