I really hate the process of buying a new car. This might be why I haven’t done it since 1994.
Let me qualify that last statement. I don’t mind narrowing the field, I don’t mind doing the research and I love the test drives. What I hate is sitting down with a salesman (I’ve yet to have a saleswoman.) My every comment I make — about the car, about finances, about the weather — I feel like the salesman is looking for a way to use that comment against me. Even this blog post makes me nervous. I hope they’re having some of the same anxieties about prospective buyers.
One of the designers was quoted as saying, “To add a little bit of attitude, the hood mounted lights are designed to resemble a crocodile that is staring at you lurking just below the surface.”
(Imagine a transition here, maybe something about my extreme disappointment in the auto industry that cars aren’t averaging 35-40 mpg.)
I reached a point where I want to replace my 1995 Volkswagen Jetta. Thankfully it’s a want, not a need. That gives me the luxury of time for making my decision. I’ve loved the Jetta and started out wanting another. Somewhere along the way I decided I was too young to drive a sedate sedan. Enter the Mini Cooper, the Mazdaspeed3, the Volkwagen Golf (diesel) and the quirky new Nissan Juke.
Unbelievably I’m leaning toward the Juke. Luckily, I still have more test driving to do, so sanity still might prevail. Let’s hope so, because neither my wallet or my waist can afford the donuts that apparently come with this crossover — er, “Sport Cross”.
In case you haven’t seen the commercial yet…