Well, maybe it's more accurate to say that my old security deposit from the Pgh apartment FINALLY (<-- did I make that stand out enough?) came in the mail today, and what do you know? It was the same amount as the car we just bought! Yes, today we purchased a car for a 3-digit price from some lovely Russian folks in Portland. The 12-year-old son did the heavy translating. :)
So thank you, Vicki, for buying me this lovely 1990 Mazda 626 hatchback with oscillating air vents. That was a nice touch. And so sentimental of you to find me one that is the exact same color (and this time, all one color) as my briefly-owned yet beloved '91 Accord wagon, Corduroy. I believe the color was named "Seattle Silver". How fitting! Good luck renting out our old apartment . . . ha ha ha ha!!!!
PS- the frankendiesel is not happening, so we turned instead to an old standby: the Mazda!
PPS- Guess what cars on the west coast lack? RUST! As in, this car has none. Corduroy is zooming around Regent Square somewhere, its underside crumbling away . . . but no rust in the wheel wells thanks to moi!