Reah Bunsoy Online

I’ve been bugging my husband to get a brand new car with an auto insurance because we need one. Or it’s more like I want one. I don’t like the fact that I’m always borrowing my dad’s car because it’s old that’s why they call it “The War Car”. Hy husband’s car, however, is at his parents house for them to use as a family car.

Lately, we’ve been having talks about getting a car. Actually, dreaming to get a new one. I suggested we buy a used car instead but husband doesn’t want to. He said he’d rather commute than spend money on an old car’s maintenance. And yeah, I sometimes agree with him but a little more explaining would convince me and make me stop talking about cars and auto insurance. Maybe I should also stop looking at car magazines and websites too so I’ll stop drooling for my and my husband’s sake.

The only car I want right now is a vintage Volks. I want it to be yellow, with AC, and should come with a kick-ass engine and sound system. I don’t know much about cars and their engineering so I’d rather forget about that part. Besides, why spend much time and effort in thinking about that dream car when I know I couldn’t get it, atleast now that I’m oh so poor and am struggling to save. I’d rather travel and explore the rest of my country and the world for now instead of drive a spanking brand new car.