We need a car: a huge car. Taxes and gas are cheap, and if we could ever afford driving a luxury truck, it would be here in Mexico. Also it will give us a lot more freedom to go where we want when we want it. All this was more important than saving the planet. We don’t want a new one, since we figure that an accident with an aggressive driver is unavoidable.
So the hunt started, one of our friends knew someone who was selling a super-deluxe dodge something and it sounded just like what we needed. D. was not too keen on the model, in his thoughts we would be driving something even cooler, but he went for a look anyway. Our friend would bring her son to check whether all the paperwork was ok.
The super-duper over-the-top luxury car was big! It had flashy wheels, a strong engine, electrical mirrors, dark windows, tv in the backseat, etc. If we installed a fridge and a toaster we could just live in it. The price was pretty high, but reasonable apparently. D. decided it would be ok. Obviously the seller wanted the money in one payment, but we did not want to take out a loan and also we couldn’t be bothered to get money in from an account abroad. The fees to do so and the currency exchange are huge and importing money into Mexico really doesn’t make sense. We therefore suggested we would pay her over the next few months and we would sign a contract that would hold us to paying her until the car was paid for. She said that would be fine and after we had paid the whole amount, we could get the car. Uhm…. Not quite what we had in mind. We really did not want the car badly enough, so no deal.
While car shopping for friend G. I stumbled into this little cute Peugeot with a lot of fancy stuff that was relatively cheap compared to the bling-bling dodge. (Being used to driving a 12-year-old Twingo, the only way is up of course.) This Peugeot was only one year old, did not have a lot of mileage, and in short it seemed a good deal. (Apparently if you know anything about cars it is obvious why this is a good deal, otherwise it does not matter.)
And then the paperwork started…. To change ownership you need an id, an official bill sent to your house address and a copy of the id of the owner to show you have permission to live there. You have only 15 days to do it; and they stressed we should start asap. The dealer then kindly offered to do it for us, in exchange for a small fee. We said: ‘yes please.’ In hindsight that was smart: it took them 4 days to get it done. Friend G. had to go through this by herself; the office only takes 25 customers a day and it took her all day to hear: ‘oh, sorry, no your car does not show up in our system. You should come back when this and this payment shows up on your bankaccount’! She was not happy.
After that we could finally take OUR car for a spin. This was our opportunity to do something frivolous, to go to exotic places public transport doesn’t take you: a beach that is hidden away, a fancy restaurant, the waterfalls in the nearby hills or the Mexican pyramids. Instead, we ended up at Wal-Mart! It was awesome: we could buy whatever we wanted, in quantities that are unheard of and load it into the back of our car. After two months of balancing acts on my bike, I have to say I love it!