Betty Moses

Some of my friends call me a pessimist. I tend to see the glass half empty, and it is definitely not lemonade.

But about some things, I am hopelessly optimistic.

For example, three vehicles ago, I bought a cute little champagne-colored Kia Sportage that I adored. It was the first SUV I had ever owned and I felt like a million dollars when I drove it down the road.

That was 13 years ago and I was 70 years old.

At that time, I figured this was the last new car — or any car — I would ever buy and I hoped that I could continue working long enough to pay it off.

Ten and a half years later, I was still working and I had paid for the Sportage years ago.

When the little Kia Souls came out, I fell in love with the cute body style and the size. One afternoon on the way home from work, I decided to drop by the Kia dealership and merely sit behind the wheel in one to see if it felt comfortable.

Mistake. A salesman named Aaron zeroed in on me and before I knew it, I was test driving one down the highway.

Three hours later, I was the proud 80-year-old owner - or rather lessee - of a brand new Kia Soul and I turned my back on that ancient Sportage with scarcely a backward look. I bought the new car on a three-year lease because I decided that, hopefully, I could work three more years until the lease ran out.

Fast forward to last Friday when once again I found myself in the Kia showroom. Once again a salesman targeted me.

I stiffened my backbone, took a deep breath and started to discuss the real reason I had stopped by — changing my lease agreement to a buyout on the car I was driving.

I don’t understand what happened. Before I knew it, I was behind the wheel of a 2019 sporty little black Soul and I was agreeing with every word salesman Joe was saying to me, especially how about much longer a new car would last compared to a car with more than 30,000 miles on the speedometer.

You must remember Joe is talking to an 83-year-old woman who has a weakness for new cars and a blind spot to reality.

You can guess what happened. It’s four days later and my new shiny black Kia Soul is parked outside the office and I can’t wait to get back in it for the drive home this afternoon.

When I’m driving, I’m in my element. I can glide swiftly down the road, turn on my Sirius radio, nothing is hurting and I feel as young as I ever did.

There’s no pill or medicine in a bottle that can come close to giving me the pleasure I experience when it’s just me and my car.

Hopefully I can add many more miles to my car.

Who knows? I might be stopping at a Kia lot again some day.


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