how I got a car and an inkblot — logbook Toyota Yaris 2007

somehow unexpectedly went with a friend to a driving school, I was very lucky with the instructor, I got a wonderful person Boris Alexandrovich, I passed the traffic police the first time. was determined to buy a car.
I wanted something small, maneuverable. after much throwing, I settled on the Toaota Vitz in the old building - a great machine and very inexpensive.
but the appetite comes with eating - while I was looking for money for a car, I decided to buy Vitz 2 already. I was looking for money for a
long time, and finally, very soon there will be the right amount - so you can go look at the car! :)))
the first contender was a beautiful blue witz 1.3 2006. we went to watch it together with friends Sasha (known here as sanyaffka) and her husband Kostya and the boy from work Sasha — unlike me, they are well versed in cars.
arrived, waiting for the owner, who should come home from work. We wait for an hour, we wait for the second. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, but I'll be back in an hour. Now her wife will open and start you from the balcony!" makes you suspicious, right? but we still went to watch, because if I rested my horn, I could not be stopped. the car is like candy, washed to a shine, the interior is clean, the beauty is indescribable. I would take it without hesitation. and Sasha and Kostya say: "Wait a minute, why is this a big crack on one side, I'm small on the other - on the face of the car? isn't it broken?" and while I was squealing with delight, Sasha looked under the wing with a flashlight, and there were such awesome traces of welding - you will rock. the whole face of the car was demolished, welded anew and sold as not beaten, and even not cheap.
a day later went to watch silver Witz 1.3 2005th year. we go happy, I call the owner: "we're going!", And he: "and I just sold it." uuu … on this 1.3 Vitz (a liter did not suit me) for the available amount of money ended, and a break was announced for a week.
a week scraped together a little more denyuzhek and I swung at the Yaris already :) in the Toyota showroom under the trade-in program — a wonderful red Yaris 1.3 2007, inexpensive, with a bunch of bells and whistles! I call Toyota, I say, I will arrive on Thursday morning (it was just the November holidays, I scheduled them to buy a car). in the salon they say: yes, yes, of course, we are waiting for you, if something changes, we will inform you. I wake up on Thurs with thoughts of the Yaris, I call the salon — "a couple came for him last night, and we sold him!". collapse! I crawl frantically on the Internet, looking for ads that suit me for Vitz and Yaris, Vitz are all expensive as a selection, although the mileage is high, no bells and whistles — I don’t understand anything! all yaris are 40 thousand more expensive than I have, 40 thousand are unlikely to be thrown off: (only one is 20 thousand more expensive than necessary - there is hope that they will throw off 20 something :) 1.3, with a bunch of airbags, an mp3 radio, all-weather tires (there is no more money for tires, and it's not May outside), and a bunch of bells and whistles, including heated seats. color - wet asphalt. but in Novouralsk. 70 km from Yekaterinburg.
we remove the remaining money from the cards and decide to look at one Witz at the car market for Amundsen, and if anything — go to Novouralsk. we have a big company - me, Sasha, Kostya and my husband.
Witz from the market we liked. I was even given a ride on it on the market area - on asphalt and gravel. the condition of the machine is perfect, beautiful, variator box, 2006, 1.3, but no bells and whistles, but it costs exactly as much as it is, and no discounts are expected. without thinking twice, we went to Novouralsk.
along highway 130 on a red Honda Integra, the path is up and down, the feeling that you are on a rollercoaster. in the Mill columns, outside the windows there is a forest, mountains, beauty, a girl drives behind on a black march, we have fun by looking out after each turn: the march is behind or not, I'm worried, my husband is sleeping.

Novouralsk is a closed city. with the owner of the Yaris agreed to meet at the checkpoint. he arrived: they examined the whole machine, felt it, I rode it in a circle, and the owner drove along the highway and along the country road to shake it. the robot did not frighten anyone, although it did not please. I, accustomed to training and daddy's logans, were quite satisfied with the overclocking of this baby. she has a few joints on the body, and we managed to throw off the missing 20 thousand - the contract of sale, the uncle counts the money, jokes about something, we all laugh, say goodbye to the uncle, he leaves and. — Machine — mine! I have my own car, this is the one!
euphoria is complete, fly away.

We stand at the car, we are going to go home. on the left, 300 meters away, there is a checkpoint, a fence, a thorn, a heating main. far from the village. a man of some incomprehensible appearance walks along the road and I look behind him - a black kitten. fights off the man and walks towards me. and starts rubbing against his legs.
and my friends and I got a black kitten out of the basement just in August, and since then he has been living at our house. and here exactly the same - only skinny, dirty.
"Look, it's our cat! One to one!" - I say to my husband, - "Well, are we taking our cat home?". if I had been in a different state, maybe the cat would have stayed somewhere at the Novouralsk checkpoint. but I just bought a car, I'm shaking just from emotions, and then my cat comes to me and starts rubbing against my legs.
My husband's attempts to reason with me were in vain. I handed the kitten to Sasha, Sasha sat next to me, I was driving. behind - a disgruntled husband :) Kostya went ahead in Interge, I followed him. 70 km along the highway in complete darkness, having just bought a car!%)
I turned on the long distance out of fear - it’s dark! (it turns out that she blinded poor Kostya with them all the way), she was a little out of proportion, but thank God she arrived without incident!
the cat instantly got used to it, began to growl like a tractor and eventually fell asleep sweetly on Sasha’s lap, and when we were shaking on bumps and hills, the cat serenely stretched and turned over to the other side :) well, the angel is right;) dirty like I don’t know who, wool already stood upright from the dirt, such a tough one. bones can be counted. all black. Sasha named him Klyaksa :)

we drove to the city, stopped by my aunt, an insurance agent, took out insurance, then went straight to the veterinarian, the cat showed character for the first time - he began to scream like a cut man when his stomach was felt, his ears were looked at and injections were given. we spent an hour and a half at the veterinarian, he told me what a stupid thing I had done and how now it is necessary to keep the cats separately so that they do not get infected, God forbid. scared me half to death, I bought an antiviral shot for the older cat and finally got out of there. when we put the car in the parking lot and came home, it was already the first hour of the night :) I was not left with a feeling of euphoria - I have a silver yaris and two black cats :))) what else is needed for happiness?;))

the cats, by the way, fought at first, and the older one, an alarmist and a booty by nature, at first was afraid of the terribly small one, who really turned out to be such an affectionate world nihilist, and then he began to bully him. now when I wash my youngest - he was as dirty as he remained - the elder licks him. they can't live without each other even for five minutes. fight, of course, it happens, but they eat from the same bowl, they do everything together - do not spill water. and I don’t worry that the elder is at home all day long :) and how much happiness from them is indescribable :) well, from the typewriter, of course, too :)