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Inspect the used car

The method to get really familiar with a new-to-you car is to give it a good hand wash. All the intimate details will appear in front of your eyes as you slide the wash mitt over every single panel. Details you’d otherwise miss on first inspection during the purchasing process.

It’s how I found out the windshield side moldings on my recently-bought 2019 Volkswagen Golf GTI are surprisingly perished. It’s going to cost $100 to buy brand new OEM replacement, which isn’t too bad. The car must have been parked outside constantly with its previous owner. I also found out one of the wheels has a slight bent, though it balances just fine with the new tires I put on, so I’m not going to worry about it. For now.

Minor flaws are what you must tolerate when buying a used car. Even the most stringent of owners cannot avoid some form of deterioration to their cars. What isn’t tolerable is major flaws that are detrimental to mechanical operation. These days it’s far too easy for people to offload cars to CarMax or Carvana that are in need of major maintenance or fixing. Used car buyers have to perform due diligence.

Good news for those of us in California. A new law states buyers of used cars under $50,000 - from a dealership - can now return the vehicles within three days. That’s ample time to schedule a visit to a mechanic to look over the purchase. Any major red flags found is then an easy decision to give the car back. For what remains a person’s second biggest monetary purchase in their lifetime, a purchase inspection is a must do.

I bought the GTI from Carvana, which has its own seven day no questions asked return policy. After picking up the car, it went the very next day to the local Volkswagen dealership for inspection. There were some items needing fix, but none out of the ordinary, or catastrophically expensive. Needless to say, I still have the Golf.

It was all yellow.

Respect the trades

I recently bought a 2019 Volkswagen Golf GTI. With it I was thinking about finally trying my hands at a vanity license plate. In my previous cars I’ve been too cheap to pay the $45 per year extra on top of the existing licensing fee for the privilege. Now that I’m as financially secure as I’ve ever been, the timing feels right.

That is, until I received the randomly assigned standard plates from the California DMV: 9VWB456. Doesn’t get more serendipitous than that, right? When the god of random chance assigned me plates with letters VW - historical short form for Volkswagen, there is no way I can get a vanity plate now. It’s too perfect.

I don’t believe in any gods, but I can see why people reaffirm their faith when stuff like this happens to them. I too would explain it with a higher power looking benevolently upon me.

Part of the process of buying a used vehicle, I took the GTI to get new tires. The existing tires cannot be trusted. The local America’s Tire has a window looking into the work bays at the waiting area. So the whole time I was watching the endless toil the grease monkeys (I use this term with all love and respect) are going through. A typical wheel plus tire is easily over 50 pounds, and these guys are heaving and huffing them onto waist-high machines. Good exercise if you’re in a gym, horrible if you have to keep doing that for an entire workday.

Never mind all the cancerous fumes from the tires and vechicular particles.

People have said that the trades are a good alternative to attending university. It can absolutely be, but one has to go in while understanding the tradeoffs. The trades are incredibly physically demanding. I don’t suppose it’s possible to be a car mechanic and coming out the other end without some sort of chronic pain. There’s good money to be made, but you’d better religiously save for a future that might not be so rosy health-wise.

As person who gets paid well to work in a sterile office cubicle, I would say a college education that parlays to a white-collar job should still be the number one option.

Ghost of Kizuki.

Everything is connected

Sometimes, things happen connectedly right after one another, like a set of dominoes put into play.

A few weeks back, I decided that it wasn’t tenable any longer for me to take the bus home after my night shift. After seeing someone get robbed at my connecting stop, and the fact that for a few of the nights, it was only me waiting for the bus; it’s the smart move to make. It’s not that I’m scared to be mugged - you’d never go outside if you’re afraid of such a thing living in San Francisco - but rather it’s the additional stress that I can definitely do without. My head is a on a constant swivel during times when I’m at the station alone, stress level elevated.

As I’ve read lately, stress causes an intense burden on the human body, so if I can throw some money at a problem to make the stress go away, it’d be worth every penny.

The solution for my night commute problem was originally to take either UBER or LYFT home. It’s a bit spendy compared to taking the bus, but relative to buying a second car to commute with, it’s far less of a headache and much more convenient, not having to worry about parking and maintaining yet another vehicle. The entire point of this exercise is to reduce stress, remember?

I was ready to execute this plan when I realized my brother is permanently home from college now, so he’s available to do chauffeur duties. Why don’t I pay him the money instead and have him pick me up at work? He’s just starting out working after undergrad, so he for sure could use the extra cash every month. So I broached the plan to him and he was completely onboard, because the additional money allows him to do something he’d wanted to do for some time now: sell his VW GTI for another car.

I’m sure there’s some altruism in there too, and that he loves his big brother.

Anyways, the main reason for him wanting out of the GTI is because he’s getting knee pain from operating the manual transmission, though I’m sure the car enthusiast wont to switch cars simply for a taste of new flavor is part of the mix as well. After we agreed on the arrangement of him doing UBER duties for me, he immediately put in motion to sell the GTI and acquire an AUDI A3 - all within the same day. Three days later, the deals were done, and my brother is driving in his new, automatic gearbox car.

Funny how this was put into motion by me seeking to reduce stress.

Nothing, just a peacock walking by while refueling the car.