Today is November 25, 2017
On Saturday, November 25, I woke up at 6:00 to stay in bed until 7:00 for an appointment at Chapman Camelback to get a repair to my car. The engine light had come on which is a warning to have the engine checked. I did take out my owner's manual to check on the light and its meaning but I called both Chapman dealers service department and luckily was able to contact the Camelback store to get an appointment for my car to be repaired.
I have only 16,000 miles on my car since I bought it four years ago last August. I had bought it because of the warranty, and believe it or not, time went so fast that it is now 2017 and my four years is past. I thought I had probably better sell my car to Chapman if I can get a value on how much they would give me for it. I had talked to salesmen before about this and as time passes, so do the evaluations. Craig is supposed to call me about it. After the repair was made with an extended warranty for the thermometer it was done free of charge which I truly appreciated and needed.
I said I might keep it for another year. Whether that is true or not, I will see, but I do not really want to part with it, but I also do not want to have repairs to impair my checking account. I was lucky today, but I was rather aggressive about it, but honest and truthful. I had honestly gone into the shop thinking I would sell it next week.
I did learn a lot from it. I found that if I trade it in, that the difference between the trade in value and the price of the new car is all that will be taxed. That did help me to understand why it is that one should not sell it to one company and then buy from another company. I guess they know what I had in mind.
My problem is that I have a lot of fears about driving anywhere alone now. I am much more vulnerable today at my age than when I was young. It truly amazes me at how one changes as one ages. I had no idea that my body would rebel on me as it is now doing. I might want to do something, but my flesh will not let me do it. I literally get panic attacks on the freeway and in mountain driving. I cannot stand the way I feel when an attack hits me. It is dreadful, for the legs and hands turn to jelly, tremble, and it is all I can do to keep control of my limbs. Thus, I have learned not to push this. It is too rehabilitating to even try to overcome it now. I know it is age. But I have decided that survival is far more important than trying to conquer some fear.
Well, no doubt I bored Craig to death with my sad tale, but it is why I have so few miles on it. I just don't need to make myself sick.