My 1997 Honda CR-V was acting up again. Not surprising given the age and the 187,000 miles I’ve racked up in the 10 years I’ve owned her.
After the repair shop told me what it would cost to fix her this time I had a tough decision to make. Repair the car or spring for a new one…
Affectionately known as “Jezebel” (the name Cynthia gave the CR=V after being shocked by an electrostatic discharge on more than one occasion), my old car has served me well. Endless times hauling band and camping gear, repeated trips to and from Temple, TX dealing with my mother’s illness, eventual passing and the liquidation and dispersal of her estate. Daily driver to work as well as all recreational locations such as Galveston, Corpus Christi, Austin, San Antonio and all points in between.
As reluctant as I was to admit it, it was time for a new car. I needed something reliable and also fun to drive. I knew it would be a Honda and as luck would have it it’s year end model close-out time at your local Honda dealer.
After work I headed over to the dealership and I was able to get a very competitive price on a 2007 Accord Coupe EX-L V-6.
Black on black, his name is Jack.
Again, Cynthia has named the car…she names ALL the cars.
Jack was so named as a result of a misunderstanding regarding the price paid for the car.
After spending most of the evening at the dealership I drove the new car home. Based on our conversations earlier I thought she would be somewhat enthusiastic when I arrived with the new vehicle.
I could tell right away that Cynthia was apprehensive and I finally sorted out that she thought I paid way more than I did. Once that was cleared up she seemed to have a much better response at which point I said that her reaction had made feel as if I had come home with a handful of magic beans. It was then that she pronounced that the car should be called “Jack” and I immediately agreed.