Back when I was living New Hampshire, I needed a new car. I had a very clear budget because I wanted to pay cash for it. (I didn’t want to have car payments because I couldn’t really afford them.) So I went to the dealership, told them my budget, and looked at a couple of cars that I could afford. But then, one car salesman of course said, “Let me just show you one other thing.” It was this black Volkswagen Jetta GTX, Turbo edition. It was sexy, had a bumpin’ system, and it was a stick shift. It was like $3,000 more than my budget, which I think was $5,000. But I decided that if I bought that car, it would make me cooler, make me have more fun, and make me more confident. So I bought it. But then I ended up having car payments, and it sunk me even more in debt.
Every time I got in that car, it reminded me that I had made a really bad decision. As much as I liked the car, it just made me think, “I’m so irresponsible.” My next car was a very, very sensible Subaru that I could afford, and I ran it into the ground until it had 170,000 miles because I had learned my lesson.
It was a cool GTX though.