Trini was in love, sort of. The ranking hoonette at the shop, she really would like to get rid of her nasty old truck and get something actually fun to drive: at the top of her list is the Spec-V variant of the SE-R version of Nissan’s compact Sentra sedan.
Yesterday she stumbled upon the next best thing: it wasn’t a Spec-V, but it was an SE-R, it was here in town, it was only three years old, it hadn’t been driven to death, and the payments would have fit into her budget. Such a deal, I said, and she went off to make some phone calls.
The thrill was gone by the time she returned. The payments, not a problem: but her insurance would nearly double. (The premium, in fact, would be nearly $100 more than the car payment each month.) So much for budget-fitting. I’ve never seen a woman I wasn’t actually dating so disillusioned so quickly.
Maybe I can talk her into a nice used G20: same engine, not so highly tuned, possibly less suspicious to insurance guys.