I am thinking of buying a car or rather a pickup truck from this old couple I know, Mele and Bob. Its a 1992 Nissan diesel pickup truck. I was saying to my mother this morning that it was ironic that when I finally come across a vehicle that I am interested in my father, a master
mechanic if there was ever one, is no longer around for advise.
But I can't do that to myself, I can't think that way. I need to do what I need to do
the best way that I can, that is what my father would want us to do. I refuse to feel sorry for myself, damnit!
That settles it, I need to talk to my bank and see about getting myself a refinancing arrangement. I expect that having a car my have an interesting impact on my life.