Change the van for good
We’re ready to change the family vehicle, and I have to hand it to Detroit. No matter how troubled the economic pool might be, there is no need to court the customer. Self-assurance is the name of the game, I guess. What’s one customer, more or less, when the governments have decided to “carry” your business model?
Seriously, as our current lease draws to a close, there has been no solicitation of us as continuing customers. And in your silence, I hear you. It’s time for us to move on, check out the competition, break our gas guzzler habit. Well, thank you for the push from behind. It’s done. We are now officially part of the extended Nissan family.
Tonight we returned to a local car dealership and signed on the dotted line for another few years. The new car will “come home” next week, after the windows get their tint and the wheels get their snow paws. The van will go home, and we won’t really miss the brittle plastic interior or the addiction to unleaded fuel. We’re going to settle into something a bit more in line with our real needs.
Shopping wasn’t painful, although we did have the requisite “for just a few dollars more” pitch from the nice grandmother up in the accounting department. We didn’t even bother with a quick trip around the block; after a lifetime in cars, you accept that four wheels go in the same direction and the pedals alternate between stop and go. At least we didn’t do like another “customer” today who asked to sit in the driver’s seat of a new Infiniti Q56 – he simply drove it away to a new home, albeit without any financial outlay.
