Today was an extremely exciting and also a sad day for me. Syd bought her first car! Yup, her first car! Here’s the back-story
For the 2017-18 school year Andrea and I told her that if her grades were all good we would buy her a car. With the caveats that we imposed Syd decided that she would save her summer job money and buy her car herself. We said ok but what we didn’t tell her at the time is we would help her with funds. This was to make sure she earned and saved as much as possible and didn’t rely on us to make up the difference. Fast forward to this summer and she is working her butt off as a camp counselor and now football manager to earn her money.
Over the summer she is sending me links to cars she saw that she thought would be worth an investigation. Most of them were clapped out, scam cars or bait and switch. This week we take a look at a couple of cars and the first one, a Mazda Protege, is hilariously effed up. The car has aftermarket rims that don’t fit, wiring that doesn’t belong and then I see wires going into the headlights that are obviously not from the factory. What was really funny though was opening the trunk to find replacement parts for the car, a water pump and shocks. I say to Syd, “Do you smell that” and pull back the carpet to expose the spare tire wheel well which has about 4 inches of water in it. AWW HELL NAW!!!
The next car is not as bad but dude tells us to go to one address and then when we get there he’s not there. He then tells us to come over to the next set of apartments. Unun, that’s sketchy. We pull up, see the car but don’t even get out because I can see it’s a ricer car. It has a tin can for the muffler, rims and stickers. Nope.
Yesterday Syd finds a Malibu to look at. The info says grandma car, etc but I take that with a grain of salt. Anyone can write false information but I contact the seller and we agree to meet. When I get there the guy is for real. It’s the mom’s old car and then passed to his teenaged daughter who is now in college with a newer vehicle. The car is clean with normal bumps and bruises for a 13 year old car. I drive it and it rides nice. I do all of my checks and balances, run a carfax which supports the sellers statement about ownership. I agree that this is a good car; yes it has some minor issues but nothing that can’t be resolved. I tell the guy we want the car but I need to bring Syd back to look at it which leads to today.
I take Syd to the car and she LOVES it!!!! It’s not too big or small. She feels comfortable in it and is excited to potentially have her own car. I do a couple of more checks and ask a few more questions and hand over the cash. Title in hand, Syd in drivers seat, me asking her a thousand nonsensical questions because I suddenly realize that my “baby girl” is about to drive her own car, and off we go. SYDNEY HAS A CAR!!!!!
Now for the real talk moment. She followed me home and we obeyed the speed limit because there was no tag on the car and I had to be prepared for the po-po. Once we got here we went over safety items like tires and checking the oil and THEN I had the Black people and police officer talk with her. My heart hurt to tell her how to be careful to not get shot by a cop because she reached for her license or papers to show the cop she owned the car.
Just writing this makes me tear up because right now she is on her way to her mom’s and I am scared, not scared of her abilities but scared of what others can do to her. No parent should have to worry about shit like this but we do and for the first time I truly understand what my Mom was feeling when I got my first car at 16 years old. So I gave her the speech and then I gave her the call me speech. “I want to know when you leave a place and when you arrive.” This is only so I know where to look for her IF IF IF IF (I mean if) something happens.
Right now I am a mixed bag of emotions. I am so happy for Sydney. She is a responsible young lady and she has earned the car. At the same time I am sad only because she is growing up and needs me a little less each year. Don’t get me wrong, I want her to grow and go but as a parent I still see her as my little girl. Lastly I am WORRIED about her safety thanks to 45 and the racist fervor that he has helped enflame.
BTW, Honorable mention; not only did we help her a little bit but her mom, stepdad and grandma helped as well BUT the bulk of the work, from earning the money to finding the car, she did on her own and that is ONE of the things I am really proud of her for! I love who she is and who she is becoming!!! I keep her in my prayers all of the time cause in the end GOD has her!!