Trading the Truck, for a Car

He did it. He made the trade. He relinquished his baby for fuel efficiency. Dave has a 30 minute commute to work at his new job, and the money spent in gas just didn't make sense, or cents, whichever way you look at it. For all of you nay sayers who think the woman made him do it, I can put your accusations to rest. It was his idea. I am really proud of Dave for making a selfless sacrifice for the betterment of our finances. Since we bought a Toyota Rav-4 a month ago, we have a vehicle with 4WD, making the need for a truck obsolete. It was time, so we made the plunge.

We love the new Prius. It gets 41mpg on the freeway and over 50mpg in the city. It really beats the 16mpg on the freeway and 12mpg in the city the truck was getting. We'll use the car as much as we can to save on gas. The car was previously owned by butte county air quality control, its only owner. It was meticulously maintained, and we are thankful for the blessing from God.

When I went to pick up the car this morning, time at the DMV was required to pay for the registration, transfer the title, and get new plates. I haven't been to the DMV in a while, and let me tell you, it was a cultural experience.  The following were my observations:

1. All 20 workers seem to be middle-aged women with deep smoker voices.
2. The man who took me on my driving test STILL works there, and he looks EXACTLY the same.
3. They now have posted a sign that says they can't receive gifts or gratuities - apparently people were bribing them to cut in line. Can't say the thought didn't cross my mind.
4. All forms are now in English and in Spanish
5. They give driving tests to 90 year old women who can't even walk.
6. They now sell beanie babies.
7. Although shirts and shoes are required, apparently unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts that reveal large, hairy, overweight bellies are acceptable as well.

I guess I have a few things to learn!