My Dream
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For a couple years now our 20 year old son has been hounding us to buy his own car. Since I'm retired I told him he can drive mine when ever he wants. Well he's already taken over my car and done a few mods to it, but every 6 months it comes up again, can I get my own car?? He's paying for it and knows I bought my first car when I was 18. He's in his second year of College and plans to go for a third since he's doing well and hold down a job.
Three weeks ago we finally broke down based partially on my history and told him yes………. with his own money. Well within a day the ads starting showing up in my email, link after link re the same year and model cars. Yesterday he asked that I make an offer on two cars and today I'm suppose to purchase one since I’ve already contacted the seller yesterday and we’ve pretty well agreed on a price.
Since the car is located in the States and we're in Canada it makes it a bit more complicated and based on the sellers outstanding loan he wants me to help him through it. Well doesn’t this make it even more complicated.
My son has money in hand and is excited, but I'm not, well let me rephrase that, I'm no where near as excited….. if you get my drift. The seller told me yesterday that he would prefer to sell locally but I assured him, (stupid me) that I would help him through this, even though I’ve never done this before.
I'm going to call the seller today to accept his price. If the deal goes through it looks as though I'll be driving to New Smyrna Beach Florida with no pre planning or budget and whipping money out of thin air to help my wonderful Firkin son out. Sorry I had to get that last piece of lemon out of my mouth.
I knew how excited I was to get my first car when I was 18 and the fact my father helped me………… and put myself in his place, maybe that piece of lemon won't return. At the moment I'm tired, half asleep, but I can image how tired he must be between College, homework, holding down a job, and staying up at night searching the internet for his dream car.
I hope I'm not.........I am...........I'm not..........am.......................going to Florida tomorrow.
Oh how we love our kids.
Free to a good home:
Anyone want a fairly independent 20 year old that's in school?
Three weeks ago we finally broke down based partially on my history and told him yes………. with his own money. Well within a day the ads starting showing up in my email, link after link re the same year and model cars. Yesterday he asked that I make an offer on two cars and today I'm suppose to purchase one since I’ve already contacted the seller yesterday and we’ve pretty well agreed on a price.
Since the car is located in the States and we're in Canada it makes it a bit more complicated and based on the sellers outstanding loan he wants me to help him through it. Well doesn’t this make it even more complicated.
My son has money in hand and is excited, but I'm not, well let me rephrase that, I'm no where near as excited….. if you get my drift. The seller told me yesterday that he would prefer to sell locally but I assured him, (stupid me) that I would help him through this, even though I’ve never done this before.
I'm going to call the seller today to accept his price. If the deal goes through it looks as though I'll be driving to New Smyrna Beach Florida with no pre planning or budget and whipping money out of thin air to help my wonderful Firkin son out. Sorry I had to get that last piece of lemon out of my mouth.
I knew how excited I was to get my first car when I was 18 and the fact my father helped me………… and put myself in his place, maybe that piece of lemon won't return. At the moment I'm tired, half asleep, but I can image how tired he must be between College, homework, holding down a job, and staying up at night searching the internet for his dream car.
I hope I'm not.........I am...........I'm not..........am.......................going to Florida tomorrow.
Oh how we love our kids.
Free to a good home:
Anyone want a fairly independent 20 year old that's in school?