UPDATE: I am now the proud owner of a late-90s Toyota Camry. It is the same age as my students this semester. I’m taking it to be smogged and then registered at the DMV this Saturday…
…and then, my friends, I am released upon an unsuspecting public.
This is going to be a busy month for me. I’m moving into my own place in March. I’ve also decided that this is going to be the last semester I teach college as an adjunct professor, unless I decide to come back and teach later in life for sentimental reasons. I don’t know why I’ve suddenly found it in me, after years of painful denial, to put a bullet in my academic ambitions, but I have…and it’s time. Scholarship is my vocation, but the profession at this level is a dead-end job. Time to sacrifice the dream on the alter of reality.
Time for a new dream. Something New and Improved. Dream Redux! The Dream is Dead. Long Live the Dream.
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I have six- (maybe 😎 month plan. I’ve hammered it out over a few weeks and recently put it on paper. I just spent an hour and a half going over it with my counselor (I hired a new one. She specializes in addiction recovery and doesn’t give a fuck about Freud. She’s all about goals. That’s fine. I can explore my neuroses back in New York).
To get back to New York, I need at least $10K when I land. $15K would be better. First + Last months’ rent + security + broker’s fee…I’m looking at $6K just to move in, and more like $8k if the landlord wants more money up front. I’m also going to have to fly back there at least twice to find the apartment and, hopefully, to go to job interviews. I can stay with friends while I’m there, but the airfare is $600 per trip.
I have to make money.
To do that, I need a car. It can no longer be avoided. I’m riding to class after I get done at my office monkey job, and it’s cold and dangerous in the dark, not to mention the fact that if I get hit by a car and die, I could be the biggest joke ever: impoverished college instructor dies riding bike to school she graduated from 7 years ago! Dead in a snowbank in my tweed jacket, surrounded by scantrons and graded bluebooks! No fucking thank you!
I need a car.
I no longer have a driver’s license…I didn’t need one in New York! I let my old one expire and just got a NY State ID card instead. I couldn’t foresee a time that I would have to drive. I hadn’t driven in years!
Well, I went to the DMV, and they told me that they would not give me a local driver’s license because I didn’t return the license plates when I sold my last car. I was in the process of moving and I just didn’t do it because I was lazy and irresponsible. It’s taken me about five hours on the telephone and $200 in fines to get this cleared up, but I should have a license this Saturday.
Then I need a car. I need a car so that I can commute between jobs and go to job interviews for a better job than the office monkey job.
And to get in trouble.
I am moving into my own apartment in March. April at the latest. I can’t live with my mother anymore. I could move out now, but the car comes first.
What kind of car can I get for $2000–$2500? I don’t care that it’s going to be old and decrepit, only that it’s reliable, because I can’t afford to take it to the auto shop. It needs to last eight months. I’m thinking a Honda or a Subaru. All my cars have been Hondas. Those riceburners are tanks. My first car was a 1984 Honda Accord. It looked exactly like this, only I didn’t have tacky chrome rims (who puts chrome rims on a fuckin Honda Accord?):
It was a tin can and it would shake over 55mph, and I couldn’t go faster than that going over the mountains, but that it was mechanically sound. It worked PERFECTLY. Nothing broke, ever (well, the AC quit, but it was like that when I bought it).
Let me crowdsource this one: if you had to buy a car for less than $2500, what would you buy? I don’t care what it looks like. I just want it to be reliable. What is the best car I could buy for my purposes?
Car. Apartment. Another job.
P.S. More Sexy Stuff in the next installment.
P.P.S. NAPA THIS WEEKEND! I’m all packed. I sneaked one of my sexy leather domme outfits into the bag so that I can do the doubles session with my friend.