I went car shopping on July 4th. I walked over to a nearby used car lot where I'd spotted a car that attracted my attention, a convertible in my price range with only 10,000 miles on it.
As I walked up, the car was being driven off the lot by four people. I was disappointed but when I inquired about it, the used car salesman said those folks were just out for a test drive.
After they brought it back and departed, I took the car out. I was waiting for the dealer to get into the passenger side to go on my test drive but he said, "I thought you said you were local. You don't need me to come along if you know the area."
I'd never test-driven a car alone before. It was fun; I went through the parking lot near my house to see how maneuverable it was and how it handled potholes, I went over the steepest hill in town to see what kind of power it had, and I drove it one exchange on the Interstate to get a feel for its top end. It was nimble, powerful and zippy.
Then the dealer put the top down for me and I was hooked. I wrote a check for it, including a service plan, on my house equity line-of-credit and drove it home. I just love it.
(Enjoying a morning run at Bluemont with my running buddy John by having the top down.)