I got my car today! I have a car! This still hasn’t really sunk in; I feel like it must be someone else’s car and I’m borrowing it.
Last night Chorallaries rehearsal ended at midnight, and I went to bed at about 12:30. I woke up at 8 and took the T out to Wonderland, the end of the Blue Line, to meet my grandfather at 10. We went straight to the dealership, Ira Scion of Danvers.
It was raining pretty hard, so we didn’t do too much exploring. Instead, we went straight to one of our many salesmen’s office, where I signed all manner of contracts for the car. The salesman persistently tried to rush me, but I managed to read all of them. In particular, I was struck by the fact that the primary contract had “binding arbitration” as one of its terms, which turns out to mean that I agreed to take all claims to a privately run, privately funded courts system rather than the US courts. I thought that was pretty extraordinary, as I’d only ever heard of privatized justice systems as a theoretical concept, but that’s a topic for another post.
The people in the dealership told us that the registration system that would make me my license plates and all that jazz was currently down due to the rainstorm, but it would be up soon. By 11:15 they had given up hope of getting that done in time, and instead told me that they would temporarily provide me with dealer plates. Then we could schedule a time later in the day, once they’d got the registration done, for them to deliver me my new plates. They also said they would write me a cheque for $20 to cover the cost of licensing inspection at any local auto garage.
I knew that I was going to be pretty busy for the rest of the day, and I didn’t want to have to go hunting around Boston for a garage. Instead, I told them to give me the plates until Saturday, when I would go back to the dealership and complete the process. So now I have an appointment for Saturday.
I went through the car with another one of my salesmen, who explained how the door locks, radio, A/C, wipers, etc. work, then followed Grandpa to the nearest Chili’s for a delightful lunch. I drove the car home (adding 20 miles to the initial odometer reading of 12) and parked it in the back lot shortly after 1. I was the only one home.
At about 1:30 the rear doorbell rang. It’s audible only in the basement, but luckily, I live in the basement. The man who answered turned out to be the US Foods delivery man, who asked if I could move my car. This was very exciting for me, and I spent a few minutes reparking it perfectly to make room for his dolley. He proceeded to bring in more food than I have ever seen in one place before, including a 10-pound brick of cheddar and 15 dozen eggs. I put what I could into the fridge, then raced to campus for my 2 o’clock class.
After class I checked my e-mail and saw a letter from my Cambridge coordinator confirming that I had received full transfer credit for my classes there. I filled out my double-major petition form before leaving for crew practice. It was still pouring as I rode over, but by the time we left the docks it was relatively dry.
Despite all these good things, I have not been in the best of moods. I have an uncomfortable sore throat and a cold. It’s hard to be happy when it hurts to swallow.
As our stereotypes demand, I have taken a picture of my car to post on this site. Unfortunately, my roommate is still asleep, and I can’t upload the picture from this computer upstairs. I’ll put the picture in the next post.