Car shopping with my parents just never gets old for me. Ever.
I'm 38 and I tagged along last Saturday just because I KNEW it would be a show.
My mom's all about the value.
My dad's all about the buttons.
This past weekend the 'rents went to the local Ford dealership to compare the Explore and the Expedition. As soon as my mother had the Explorer in her sights she gestured that we should keep walking; straight on to the Expedition.
The Explorer didn't even pass the visual test. I have no idea how roomy, etc. it was inside since we didn't even break stride on our way to the black Expedition at the back of the lot.
Conveniently it was parked next to a black Lincoln Navigator.
I told my mom that for the bargain price of $68,000 (yeah, you read that right) she could find her inner rap star, or gangster, which ever came more natural. Since women in our family can't carry a tune in a bucket and she could scare the pants off me until I was 25, I'm leaning towards gangster. She, however, was more interested in what was in it. At the end of her analysis, read agony of the salesman, she determined that the Expedition had exactly the same features for $25,000 less. Yup. You read that right too.
The salesman was trying reaalllyyyy hard not to laugh at the two of them, especially when it came time for a test ride.
My mom climbs into the passenger seat commenting that she likes the handles to haul yourself up. These things are important when you're vertically challenged, and we are. When I say we, I mean everyone but my dad, he doesn't need steps and handles and such to get it.
As I'm getting into the backseat I can't help but notice that the entire interior is encased in plastic, prompting my, "Hey mom, it comes with plastic seat covers! It's like they knew you were coming." My dad followed up with, "It's an Italian Expedition."
My mom laughed but I wouldn't be surprised if she kept the plastic once they get it home.
So after vicious haggling with the salesman they bought the Expedition that day, and then we promptly named it Everest so that my mother could remember what kind of SUV they bought.
Because if you ask her what kind, she'll say:
A black one.