Trip to Morrisville, near Fredgeburg (that's how I heard the locals call Fredericksburg), Nina and Ender taking me there, in Rein's age old white Civic, to buy the Matrix. The Civic had more repairs than ten other cars together, but hey, it's dad's favorite car, so Ender would duly fix it each time. And it ran fine.
It wasn't hard to get there and find the place, and the weather was fine. The dealership is somewhere on a country road west of Fredg'burg, and we got there pretty much as planned, while we still had sunshine. Took it for a spin, Ender at the wheel, and he mostly liked the ride.
The car looked almost great, except... pockmarks on the front hood, a flat tire, tires of three brands, exhaust clanking, rusty discs... which Ender explained as all easy and cheap fixes. Tires I'd change immediately anyway, for the chimney Ender said it's just dropped out of its rubber socket, can be put back and tightened in five minutes. Nina had web on her phone, so she found a Walmart nearby in F'burg where we could get the tires, and so we did. Wrote the check, signed wherever the guy said, Ender drove it to the first larger parking where we switched and I took a three minute course in finding the gears - the reverse being on the far left, this is a six-speed manual, so it took some getting used to where the fuck the first was.
While the tires were replaced, went to Outback for dinner. I discovered my driver's license remained on the dealer's desk - thought it was among the papers - so we called him, said he'll send it with the title when the check clears. After dinner, picked up the car with the new tires and the chimney affixed, discovered the left headlight was off. Bought new bulbs, but no dice, it was the plug. Nina found the nearest good shop, using her mobile browser navigation, and we bought a plug, fixed it, and drove home. Smooth ride... I'll like this car, if only I find a way for it to play mp3s (aka mrz, if read in cyrillic - v. house dictionary). Though, it has a 6-disk changer, which is sort of OK, I can burn those... but it's not as nice and easy, and it has moving parts and optics, bad thing to rely on in a car.
Came home around 21:00 and she persuaded me to drive incognito, i.e. in the old Corolla, until I get my license back. The Corolla is so unnoticeable, I'm practically invisible to the cops in it.