This will definitely contribute the most amount of money towards the £15k I’m trying to raise to reduce my mortgage. And so it should, because I just traded in the love of my love for the cause.
I’m feeling quite unsettled right now; I just had to part with my baby (Peugeot 206 1.4 GLX). Apparently it’s not uncommon for people to get attached to their first car; the sentimental relationship is sometimes unavoidable, unless it’s a complete piece of shit. I never thought I would be one of those people that get attached to a car. I’m not a petrolhead, nor am I a very sentimental person. But something about selling my car hit a nerve. I never saw it coming. I’m feeling the pain of departure!
As the new owner sat in her and pulled away from my driveway with a gigantic grin on his face, I watched her get further and further away from me until she was completely out of sight. The smug look on the proud new owner’s face made me want to call the deal off, and reclaim what was rightfully mine. I had mental images of running down the road like a psycho, chasing, and screaming “GET THE FUCK OUT AND GIVE ME BACK MY CAR”
She wasn’t the fastest girl on the road, nor did she “rawr” when she pulled away, but to me she sounded like an angel. She made me happy; she was reliable; neat; sleek and just perfect.
Why did I sell my love?
I recently got given a company car so I had 2 cars parked on the driveway, and it seemed pointless. I’m not a huge car enthusiast (even though I loved her), and I really had no good reason to keep hold of two vehicles. I didn’t have to sell it, but it was the sensible thing to do.
I remember ordering the car from my local Peugeot franchise dealership like it was yesterday. There was a 3 month waiting period, which I felt like a lifetime. I ordered extra features that were poncy and unnecessary, like suede/leather seats and climate control, which only made me love her more. I remember the day of delivery, I had butterflies, like the first time I saw a pair of naked tits. What a glorious day.
Letting my baby go was definitely a business related decision, and nothing else. It was a hard thing to do, but I know it’s a step I had to take in order to move onto bigger and better things.
Who did I sell my love to?
The most annoying part is that I actually sold it to a dear friend of mine. That’s annoying because now I will have to witness his grubby little mitts smothering my ex all the damn time. I also had to give him a “mate rate”, as if taking my damn heart wasn’t enough. The “mate rate” consisted of a £900 discount from retail value. I know, I know, I’m super fucking generous, right? Well, I believe in Karma, so hopefully it will all end up in my favour eventually.
I sold it to him for £5,400.
As for the company car, I got given a Ford Focus Zetec. It’s very ok (Yes, very ok). It’s a lot quicker than my 206, definitely more spacious and its current retail value is significantly more. But you know what? It just didn’t cut the mustard compared to my 206. The Focus is a bit of a family saloon, in my opinion. Every time I drive the thing, I feel odd for not having a wife and snotty faced kids populating the empty seats.
I’m going to kill this blog post now because it’s starting to get a bit too emotional and I imagine it’s difficult to type with mascara dripping into my eyes.
Pushing aside all the emotion, I can look on the bright side and realise that the money raised from this transaction was required to reach my goal.