Sat - Jan 20, 2007 : 02:55 pm
Okay... It's been awhile since I've typed in here, and LOTS has happened, so... let's get started.
First off, I've had a chat with my bishop and I think I'm ready to go back to the Temple. It's been tough, but I think I'm ready to go back. I could chat about that subject for a LONG time, but there's so much to say, I've gotta get it out in little chunks.
I GOT MY MUSTANG!!!!
Yes, people, it happened. I got my new 2007 Mustang GT on the 5th of January 2007 and it was beautiful.... Very, very, very, very...... very, very, verrrrrry beautiful. I used my camera to video the whole happening of my getting it. I couldn't sleep the night before because I knew it was coming sometime between midnight and 4:00am from the utah transport company. How? Well, I knew because I called em'! heh... Their number isn't even supposed to be listed anywhere but in the dealerships handbooks - but due to the power of Google, and a slip-up by the lady selling me the Mustang, I figured out both their name, and their contact info. So, I called em', and they told me exactly when it was going to arrive.
I got up at 2:00am the morning of the 5th after sleeping maybe 30 minutes. It was futile, so I got dressed, got in my car, opened the driveway, and saw the blizzard happening right in my rearview mirror. Yup - a blizzard. Did I care? Not one tiny bit. I jammed it into reverse, laid on the gas, and out in the storm I went. I video taped myself driving down there three times, and when I arrived and saw my new snow-covered pony, I was beside myself. After waiting 13 weeks (supposed to be 6), it was REALLY there!!! So... Yup.. I saw it, but I couldn't buy it. So, I decided to go to work - at 4:00am. I worked until noon, got in my 626 and went to bathe myself in all sorts of Mustang GT goodness! I found out that by purchasing the car in January instead of December, I got a full percentage discount on my interest rate! Good times! So.... I cleaned my 626 out, filled up my Mustang, and away I went to Justin Gregersen's wedding!
Now, this is only a *very* small portion of what needs to be told about this story. So before I jump forward exactly one week after I bought it, let me just say that the day I went to pick up my new car, I made a deal with Scott Morris, that if he could sell my 2000 626, he would get anything and everything above $2500.00. Well, about 5 days after he posted it, the car sold for $4000.00. The dealership told me they would give me $1600.00 for a trade-in. Yeah, enough said. That worked out quite well. Quite well, indeed. Now, on to the evening of January 12th, right around 8:45pm.
"Holy Cow!!!" I thought, "Could life be ANY more frustrating????!" I paced around trying to think about what to do. People were coming from Idaho to test drive my 626, and now... it wouldn't start. Amazing. It has started its entire 6.75-year life with me, and now, when I need it to start the most, it won't turn over for anything. So, I got on the horn with Autozone, and they told me it was the battery, after I explained the symptoms. So, in the sub-arctic, below-zero weather, I ripped the battery out, saw how friggin dirty, rusty, and acidic it was, and thought to myself "Should I take the Mustang? The van would probably be less of a liability should any acid drip off..." After about 2 seconds of thinking, I quickly wrapped the battery in a clean towel, so I wouldn't mess up the trunk of my mustang, started the engine, took a second or two to revel in the low rumble of the new sport-tuned, not-yet-even-broke-in engine, slapped it into reverse, and ripped off to Autozone. It was about 8:50pm at this time, and Autozone closed at 9:00, so needless to say, I went a little quicker than I should have.
I arrived 5 minutes after I left, with 5 minutes to spare. I had them test the battery real quick, and it came up as being a "bad battery". I was ecstatic!! I quickly bought a new battery, chatting a little about my new Mustang along the way, put it into the trunk, and I was off for home, or so I thought.
Little did I know that approximately... hmmm.... 500 feet from the autozone, at a 4-way intersection with a stop-light, there would be a little, ahem, interruption in my journey.
I pulled up to the intersection, not thinking anything of anything, started playing with the radio to see what I could jam to, when I hear a loud "screeeeeeeeech" following by a "BAM!!". The crunching of metal brought my head up, only to see a bunch of metal and two trucks coming at me. I felt my car jolt - though just a little. My car didn't stop running, the music didn't stop playing, in fact - it hardly felt like anything was wrong at all! I stayed in about a minute to call the police on my cell phone, and then opened the door to assess the damage.
"I'm definitely not driving this car away from here", I thought. My heart sank. I noticed the other two trucks, a 1997 Suburban, and a 2000 Blazer had totaled themselves and run into me while trying to stop. Children were being pulled from the Blazer. What a mess. I quickly noted that everyone was okay, and though the damage was nasty, I don't think anyone got hurt. That was a good thing.
To keep this story from becoming any longer, suffice it to say, that I arrived home, with no injury, with the new battery, and my hopes were high. We still had a good chance of selling my 626, and I was pretty darned sure I wasn't gonna pay a dime for the repair of my vehicle.
While at home, I still had a mission to complete. I had to get this new battery into my car! So, I did - aaaaaand it didn't work - still. Holy crud. So, Sarah and I spent the night trying to unsuccessfullypush-start the car in -10 degree weather, with snow beginning to fall. We went to bed exhausted around 2:30am. I'm sure the neighbors had a good laugh.
The next morning, my good neighbor, Jeff Hatfield, came over and asked if he could help. He saw my car parked with about 2/3 of the body still jutting out into the road. I told him what I needed, and without any hesitation, he proceeded to take his truck to Walmart where he bought a tow-rope - came back to find me shoveling his driveway (it was the LEAST I could do), and then we proceeded to tow my car up the hill to use gravity as a push-starter. I said a small prayer at the top of the hill, pushed the clutch, and about half way down, engaged it again. With a slight sputter... it started. But it wouldn't charge. DANGIT! Anyway... Autozone helped me secure the leads on the battery a bit better and it started right up. Beautiful Day!
Soooooooo..... Today is the 20th, a little more than a week since I had my beautiful new Mustang ripped mercilessly away from my desirous heart, and I can't wait for it to return. It's being repaired as we speak. My 626 was sold, I made more money than I would have with a trade-in, and Scott made some money too. I've been talking with the body shop, and I'm fairly confident I'll get my car back in pristine condition, and all will be well.
Man, what a way to begin the roller-coaster ride of January. Holy Crud. I just hope they fix it good, and fix it quickly. I miss it much more than I thought I would. And would ya believe the rental place gave me .... a Dodge Neon? Daaang, that sucker is SLOW. Bah.
Now, on a completely different note, I've gotta say I've been working a real-estate deal with my Dad for the past month or so, and today it looks like it just might work. I'm using a combination of my credit score, my level of income, and my Dad's $50,000 (an equity loan he took out on his house) sitting in my bank account to allow a construction company to take a loan out in my name to begin building a house in Springville. Upon completion, and for being allowed to use my credentials to get the loan, the construction company will pay me 51% of the construction profits, which will probably amount to around $30,000.00. Dad agreed to take 30% of that for letting me use his $50,000.00. Good deal, eh'? I think so. Dad's money does nothing but sit in my bank account, giving the impression that I have enough liquid assets to cover anything going awry. I'll give it back to him in a month or so. We'll see how that goes.
Sooooooo....... How's THAT for a beginning of a new year? Crimoney. I've been BUSSSSSSSY! Hope ya liked the read!
Talk to ya next month, though it probably won't be as eventful, nor as dramatic...
At least I hope not. :)