I bought a cute little Chevy Cavalier about 20 years ago that turned out to be the biggest, sourest lemon of a car. I realized then the only way I could be sure of getting a good car, or any large ticket item would be to use my own best talents my own best way.
I start out normal enough. Say for example I wanted to buy a car.
- Like many people, back before the internet, I'd buy an Auto Trader, and highlight all the cars in my interest group and price range with a yellow highlighter.
- Then I'd check them against the repair ratings in Consumer Reports. I'd mark out the lemons, which usually amounts to about 70% of the cars highlighted. This narrows it down to between 4 and 10 cars.
- Then I'd get out my cards and ask myself how much joy, happiness and fullfillment each car would bring me if I bought it.
My coolest buying experience was in 1988 when I bought an '86 Honda, almost sight unseen. I sorta saw it first. The thumbnail sized picture in the Auto Trader was fuzzy, distant and taken too close to night. I could see it was a small car and in my price range so it made it to the list.
The cards on the Honda were basically love, love, happy, happy, joy, joy, love. That was far and above any of the cars I'd read about before - not just that day, but EVER. I didn't know if it meant I'd love the car that much or if the car would lead me to a new man - but either way, I knew...
I had to have that car.
So I call the guy, tell him I'll get the money from the bank Thursday, bring it by and pick up the car. He says, "Great. No problem. Have you given it a test drive yet? No? Well then do, be sure and come drive it first."
But I didn't drive it first, I didn't even go by and look. I'm not a casino gambler. I've got no faith in the machines. But I do like to gamble on me. I love to gamble on my cards. And that was as great a hand as you could be dealt on a car. See? I had to buy it without driving it first. I wasn't about to spoil the excitement. I'm human. I could be wrong. But I know me personally, and I'm probably right.
So I show up Thursday, didn't even look for the car, just went in and offered the guy at the desk the money. He said for me to wait, the owner was detailing the car himself and would be right back. So I waited, the anticipation so thick you could cut it with a chainsaw.
In comes the owner, I stand up, offer him the money. He said, "Wait.... have you driven it yet?" I said I hadn't had a chance to test drive it. Oh then he insisted I drive it first. (And they say no car salesman has integrity!) I explain I'm in a hurry and I trust him completely (which wasn't exactly true. I trusted my cards.) and anyways we went back and forth on it for a good five to ten minutes and finally he just sighs, shakes his head and says, "well okay, but you really, REALLY should never buy ANY car without driving it first." So we sign the papers and go out to see the first car I ever bought pretty much sight unseen.
I was stunned. I'd never seen a car quite like that before. It didn't look like the picture. He was waiting for a response. "What do you think?"
I practically whispered, "Well, it looks sort of like a sport car."
"Sort of?? Lady, that is a Honda PRELUDE." He started ticking off the features on the fingers of one hand, slapping them almost with the index finger of the other hand... "It's the Japanese version of the Ferrari. It's maxed out with every possible bell and whistle. It's got 140 mph on the speedometer and it'll do every damn bit of it without breaking a sweat."
(I was still too stunned to be excited.) "Wow. It looks brand new." My mind was spinning like a top though. "A sports car? Me? Me? I bought a sports car??" Honestly, it was just hard to wrap my brain around the idea.
"Did you even read the ad? It's got a brand new paint job!"
He got a little put out with me because he was clearly and sincerely in love with the car and the idiot he'd just sold it too didn't have sense enough to realize she'd just bought one helluva car. I suppose it must have been like selling a prized dachshund puppy to a person who loves cats and doesn't quite know what to do with a dog.
It took me a bit to find out I LOVED having a beautiful red sports car. I know, I know. That sounds as crazy as the rest of this true story. But I'd just never seen myself as a sports car kind of person. I thought I was more of a Honda Civic kinda girl. But it didn't take that car long to change me. :)
Gentle women and gentle men, let me tell you... that was the greatest car of my life!! (so far) He was right. It would do 140 without breaking a sweat. I earned many speeding tickets and luckily only got three of them before I started using the cruise control consistently. I drove it 5000 miles that first month and never got 100 miles away from home. Curvy roads I'd been uncomfortable on in the past, that little prelude stuck to em like glue.
It did attract some interesting men, but none stood out like the car did. It made me LOOK good. It made me FEEL good. It did everything but make me smell better and to be fair, at least it didn't make me smell worse. :) Even though I'd never thought of myself in a sports car; even though it wasn't what I thought I was looking for... my cards led me to the greatest ride I've ever owned.
If you call me for a big ticket item reading, do your homework first, then have your choices on a numbered list and tell me you want to check 4, 5, or six of them, whatever number of them you've got on your list... and I can knock em out in no time. The reading is based on who you are, what you need and what you'll love. Everyone is different.
Just one important thing... you don't know me like I know me. When I tell you to buy a car, just to be on the safe side, drive it first. No reader is always perfect for everyone.
[true psychic experience © lollie dot com]
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