Malibu

So...since I've been old enough to own a car I have been on the verge of car problems. That sort of thing just comes with the territory when you're broke and can only afford really used vehicles. Anyway, so with the ratio of things that worked on the rodeo to things that didn't steadily on the decline I decided it was time to break down and drop enough cash to get something with no problems. On my way to the dealership the rodeo ceased to function as a vehicle making it increasingly more important to get a car that day. So after hours of searching I settled on a 2004 Chevy Malibu. Now, it certainly was not what I had in mind and I really didn't think it fit my personality but it was in perfect condition and the price was more than right so I got it. On the way home I felt a little down because I wasn't just thrilled to be driving a Malibu. That is not to say that I was ashamed of it or anything but it just wasn't "cool". So, yesterday the final papers were still waiting to be signed to make it mine so I made one final run to see if I could find anything else a little more sporty or whatever and I found something. It was definitely cooler than the Malibu but the price tag was a little higher. So I asked the salesman about it. Well, like any salesman would he started in on the spill about why that car was perfect for a young man such as myself. Whatever. So I tell him about the Malibu, which I had driven to the place, and he starts ripping on it. He starts telling me how when he saw me pull up in it he thought I was probably driving my mom's car and that I needed something like the one he had. That kind of pissed me off but he's just doing the salesman thing. Then he starts going on and on about how I would feel so much more confident pulling up in the sports car than in the Malibu; I just listened. He said I needed something fitting for a young single guy to impress the ladies. Despite the guy being a jerk I still kind of wanted the car so I called and asked my mom if she thought it was a good deal or not. Well...it wasn't a bad deal but not as good as the Malibu. She says she'll make some calls and see if there was another one a little cheaper. But the more I thought about things and about all the stuff that the salesman had said the more I didn't want it just to spite him. I didn't want to be like him and let what I drive define me as a person. I didn't want to buy something just because it was an ego boost. The more I thought about it I just felt dirty for even considering the guy's offer. I wanted the Malibu. Sure it's not fast or loud or "manly" but it's exactly what I need and nothing that I don't. I think God blessed me with exactly the car I needed and showed me that my pride would only get in the way. Besides, how stupid is it to let your car be your source of pride. That is everything that I don't want to be.