A moment of shock, followed by a deep sense of loss, and that replaced by horrifying realization that, in fact, I would have to buy a car to replace the one which my mechanic pronounced "Not worth it to fix"!
My 1993 Chevy Cavalier, the gift of an elderly uncle who, at 94, had decided that he would no longer drive and would pass his car along to me, had reached a point where it was more to repair than the value of the car. It was not a car that I would have sought out, but it served me quite well, and was a generous and much appreciated gift.
And now I had to confront the horror of finding, and purchasing, a new "vee-hickle" as we are fond of saying in this part of the South. Since I had no idea what I would want, or could afford, the process seemed daunting. And so I began my search on the computer.
