By some strange twist of fate, I happened to buy my first car during Whistlers Commuter Challenge.
And Im writing this column about buying my first car on Monday, Sept. 22, also known as International Car Free day as if I dont already feel guilty enough. I even won a bus pass for entering the Commuter Challenge, valid from Sept. 22-28, and still I drove my car to work this morning.
Believe me, I dont feel good about any of this (although I did get to sleep in an extra 40 minutes this morning!) and to tell you the truth its ruining the pleasure of enjoying my first automobile.
Im riddled with guilt every time I see a bus cruising down the highway. There are moments of chilly panic when I think about tallying up my points at the end of the challenge, knowing Im surely at the bottom of the list. And of course, theres the depressing knowledge that Im a big hypocrite, who goaded some colleagues into the Commuter Challenge as I mocked their trucks and SUVs.
Why, oh why, couldnt I have bought this car guilt-free at the beginning of October?
Ive been in the market to buy a car for the past two months now. By that I mean Ive been telling everyone that Im looking to buy a car but I havent actively done anything about it; no research, no comparison shopping, nothing.
It was all just so overwhelming that I preferred not to think about it, leaving it instead to the luck of the draw or the hands of the gods.
What that actually means is that I was leaving it for my dad to take care of, as he always does.
So dad swooped in and suddenly my $3,000 budget for a car quadrupled in an instant. He had all these requirements like safety in the snow and reliability and age. I had one requirement it needed to get me from point A to point B.
Through family connections, dad brokered a deal from Toronto and the next thing I knew I was in Vancouver looking at a car to call my own.
"Its sooo cute!" I exclaimed in the car lot.
Salesmens ears from miles around perked up as my boyfriend gave a weary shake of his head.
"Poker face," he spat out through clenched teeth, as he examined the car from all angles.
He went on to ask a series of questions about the year of the car, accident history, gas mileage etc. while I lovingly ran my hands over the hood. I just couldnt help it. The car was so much nicer than I had imagined.