I finally baught a car. Now I can save my money. Yeah, right. Capitalism sucks at times. You need money for anything. You need it for Bills, Pleasures; even Blessings require money from somewhere.But anyway, it's a 1995 Chevy Beretta. V6. Auto. Grey. 123k milage. The guy wanted 2k for it, then said $1750, but i got him to go for $1600 cash then-and-there. It has minor eye sores on the body and interior. Like tiny rust spots, a cracked and warped dash, and a small tear in a seat. But it runs great. The oil was a bit old when I checked it but that's because it had sat there for awhile. After some TLC it should be fine. The one big thing i don't like though is that I can't pull the seat forward. The sliding track is rusted severly.

Something makes me thinkI have bad luck with vehicles. It's probably from the incident with the motorcycle. I bought it and thought it was fine, but then it broke. God, please let this car be a good one. I did my very best to make sure it would be ok.