Managed to go look at a car yesterday. Lacking cash-in-hand and with actual (as opposed to notional) other buyers looking at the car at the same time, I didn't purchase it, but at least a used RX330 seems not out of reach and offers a driving experience very similar to my dear, totalled RX300.
It appears more (all?) of the later models have all-wheel drive; the one I looked at had an electrically-operated rear hatch (!) and plentiful 12-Volt outlets. That was nice. A rather gadgety electrically-controlled double-door opening for the center console storage compartment left me cold: when I was growing up, gussied-up minor items failed first and were more trouble to repair than they were worth.* Overall, though, it's a wonderfully-nice car and the example I looked at was nicer with nearly 150k miles on it than the only new I car ever bought† was the day I drove it off the lot.
The rental car won't cost too much to keep for another week. It's a nimble little Kia Soul, which would be on my list of cars to look at if only it were a little larger; as it is, I have a bit of trouble getting in and out (bad knee and all), and it probably can't carry 8-foot lengths of lumber.
Tam's on deadline and I have a writing class this morning. Hoping to meet the Data Viking for lunch and an update on his adventures this afternoon.
* Unless you had mechanically- and artistically-inclined youngsters to put on the job, which my Dad did: my siblings and me. I do not. On the other hand, having been exposed early and often to the idea that if somebody made thing in the first place, someone else -- me -- could fix it, I'm not terribly put off by the idea of doing minor repairs myself.
† A 1982 Chevy Cavalier, built to a price, possibly without looking too closely. Certainly I didn't look too closely; it was shiny and pretty and for the first time in my life, I was within financing distance of buying a brand new car! The cost to fix subsequent interesting problems, not all of them endemic to the vehicle, pretty well cured me of buying new cars: you get a lot better value for money buying gently-used ones. My Dad knew this very well, but, wanting the lesson to stick, let me learn it for myself. I don't think he expected me to go buy an MGB in need of attention when clogged oilways and a warped head sidelined the Cavalier for months, but I could not have kept the thing running without having learned how to approach the job when I was too young to drive. He was a source of good advice and slightly-exasperated pride the whole time I had one MGB or another as my daily driver. As for me, having driven a car that handled nicely, I eventually sold the Chevy and kept an MG! Despite needing looked after like a light airplane, it was more reliable and fun to drive.
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