A streetcar named Gwen

Our story began when my savings reached a hundred grand and not wanting to let it sleep in the bank, i decided to buy my first car…not a family-owned conjugal property car, but a me-myself-I owned car. I’ve always been frustated before because some relatives(including the car owner, my pop ) were raising their eyebrows upon learning that I was using the family car whenever I went out for a ‘few’ drinks and some fun. (read: gimik). Aside from that reason, I’ve always liked cars.

I planned on buying a KIA CD5 or Pride since last year because I’ve heard good things about it. How the parts are so affordable, how gas consumption is minimal, how it is not a hot car for thieves etc…However, one must also deal with the fact that majority of KIAs are used as taxis, unlike honda motors that lets an owner sign a contract that the vehicle will not be used as a public utility vehicle. So the cool factor is practically null. SO WHAT!! As I pondered on the thought of not being cool.

So after weeks of searching and looking at atleast 7 prospects, my pop got a tip from a friend that a kia avella was displayed at Macro with an asking price of 125T and it might suit my given specs and budgetary constraints. Pop went the next day to check the car (he was my primary inspector as I was stuck at the office) and texted me that I might like this car. So the next day we scheduled a meet at victoria w/ the seller and my uncle nestor(the family mechanic/driver guru).

To be continued…