She has grime on her hood and quarter panels. A torn fender and scuffed tire guards. Some scratches. But she is midnight black with heated leather seats and a moon roof.
Her near $18,000 price tag saddens me, because she is my perfect next car.
Rides well. Comfortable taking turns, accelerating, decelerating. She hugs the roads as I follow my sales rep Stuart’s directions through historic Tappan. Even the stereo plays well.
I negotiate hard, ready to walk away. But I can only knock off $350 — the junk price for the outback. However, the dealership bends on the deposit and monthly payments. I put down $300.
We negotiate delivery by Saturday. I’ll drive her home Monday.
with the black sky
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Thomas Ulrich