I love my car. I am obsessed with my car. I may not keep it super clean, but I love it all the same. I pay an insane amount because I am in a 25,000 mile/year lease (my choice and yes, the dealer tried to talk me out of it), but I wouldn’t trade it for the world! In fact, even though my company offers demo vehicles, (I work for a dealer group) I don’t know if I will switch when my lease is up because it pains me to think of someone else driving MY car.
My vehicle purchase is a perfect example of why I have no problem with a car salesman who sells cars from his heart and from the right spirit of intent. When I first learned of my car, I was working as an Automotive Software trainer and was in and out of dealerships every single day. Not a dealership would go by where someone would not make a joke about “What kind of car are you driving? Do you want one of our ‘insert every manufacturer’.” I would chuckle and we would move on. I knew that when my lease at the time was up, I was getting a Prius. No one could talk me out of it. I even had one on order and thought my mind was all made up.
In passing conversation, I was telling a salesman at one of my dealerships about how I would be transitioning into sales for my company at the time and was moving to California and would be picking up my Prius (at one of his sister stores) in just a few months. He stopped and gave me a funny look and said, “A Prius? Erica, come on, you can’t be chauffeuring General Managers of dealerships around in a Prius. Really, how do you know you want that car?” I stopped in my tracks and thought—how do I? Um, because it gets good gas mileage? Eco-friendly? Hmmm, did that make me looooove the car? He continued, “No, Erica. You want something that is sporty, yet professional. Luxurious, but affordable. I have talked with you long enough to know your personality and really, I just don’t think you are a Prius girl.”
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