A few months after I turned 16, my parents bought me a 1993 red Ford F150. I was big into showing my horse and I always went trail riding so I needed something to pull my horse trailer. They bought it from my uncle for $7,000 and I thought that was a ton of money. I loved my truck and drove it for about a year and then was devastated the day that it decided to die. My dad told me we should go car shopping and that night I came home and told everyone my dad was buying me a new 2002 Mineral Gray Clearcoat Ford Mustang. Everyone scoffed at me, I was hurt and went and sulked on my own.
A few days later we went and picked it up. I very vividly remember driving it off the lot, with the odometer reading 6 miles. I felt like the princess I thought I was. I made a deal with my dad that I would make payments to him for the car.
The next month I went out to Colorado to visit my best friend’s friend, ended up meeting Mr. Money, and the next month I moved out to Colorado. I convinced my dad to fix my F150, and I left my month-old Ford Mustang at home, sitting in the driveway. Yeah-crazy, I know.
To make a long story short, in the spring, my parents hauled the Mustang across country from Michigan to Colorado on my dad’s trailer. My dad’s truck broke down in Denver (costing them money to get it fixed) and the fender of my dad’s trailer flew off on the express way and hit the side panel of the Mustang (costing even more money). The day I ended up getting the Mustang back in Colorado was a day in April where it snowed 14 inches. I couldn’t drive it anyway!
I think it’s totally ironic how I buy a brand new Mustang, move across country to a state where I can’t even drive it 50% of the year, and then choose to drive the old F150 instead. I love the car and we still have it to this day (and plan on keeping it for quite some time!) but I’d have to say if I could do it again, I’d probably have picked a more practical car.
Have you ever bought a car you regretted later?
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