Michael and I went into this saying that color was not a deciding issue for us. We would approach buying a new car with the mentality that a car is merely a thing that gets you from point A to point B. Color is the least of our concerns. At least, this is what we said when car salesmen asked us about it. But in the back of my head I had a dream about the beautiful pale green Priuses (Prii? Prius’?) I saw driving around every once in awhile. Every time we’d pull into a dealership my eye would immediately search for a Green. Many didn’t have one. A few did. In these cases, I’d casually meander around, secretly wanting to dash to the Green and check out the year and mileage. Unfortunately every Green we saw was either too spankin’ new (and therefore $$$ = not a great value) or had way too many miles on it for it to be a good investment.
Michael watched my internal struggle. “You were pretty disappointed about that green one, huh?” “No!” I’d protest halfheartedly. “A car’s just a thing to get me from…” I’d trail off.
So what did Michael do? He saw through my facade. He went online (he’s very resourceful online, have you heard?) and found a Green for sale by a private owner. Better still, this car was newer than some of the ones we’d been looking at, it had the least amount of miles AND it was the most competitively priced! (No sales tax or those sketchy fees when buying privately)
Because it’s sold by a private owner, it wasn’t a Certified Used Vehicle, so we took it in to get it inspected. Turns out that the car is practically new (it even smells new! How does that work?), and even the car inspector guy was marveling at its condition. So we bought the car – for well under the appraisal value on Edmunds.com! I couldn’t believe it! There are a couple nicks here and there, but like my father in law says, sometimes that’s good because then you don’t feel just awful when you get your first scratch on a new car.
Anyway, the point of this post was not only for me to crow about how much I adore our new beauty, but also to lament my now unneeded expertise on haggling with used car salesmen. All that reading, research and printing-out for nothing. All those times when I role played the car salesmen and made Michael give me responses back wasted. Oh well, I guess Michael’s car can’t last forever, and then I’ll really get the chance to use what I learned!