I didn’t need to do the math to know it’ll be expensive. I could hardly look away from the LCD screen displaying a list of possible expenses for our 13-year-old City Type Z as the guy from Honda explained why certain parts needed to be replaced.
Not that I’m hesitant about the repairs. Earlier this week, the car had this strange sound wherever I hit over 80kph along NLEX — a sound attributed by the Rapidé repair guys to a beat-down front support late last year. Early Saturday morning, I tried not to panic as I heard a propeller-like screeching every time I slowed down from Eastwood to EDSA Boni to Valenzuela.
"When can we have the parts ordered?"
“Well, we need your downpayment first ma’am, before we can actually order them from the plant.”
So I had no choice but to do the math in my head, at least for the important parts that need immediate attention:
Feed hose pipe - P19,500
Left / right lower arm assembly - P14,800
Total = P 34,300
I didn’t have that much money yet. I haven’t even computed the expenses for the front, rear and left engine support that need to be replaced, too.
I could only reply with a sigh.
"Just drop by the branch when you’re ready to have them replaced," said the Honda guy, possibly having read my mind. "But I must tell you that those two parts really need to be worked on."
My mom used to badger me about ditching our regressing teenager that used to be the family car for a new sedan. Maintaining it would be expensive anak, she’d tell me. I had to stress that no, I don’t have money to buy a new car; that no, I’m not ready for a car loan because, again, I don’t have a lot of moolah; and that yes, I’m still happy with the old car.
I’m posting this not to boast or anything. I’m putting this out there to remind me that sometimes, more than often and/or always, mothers know best. Car maintenance will eat up my savings, but I can start saving up again anyway once it does, right? Besides, I’d pick driving a rusty car over paying roughly P700 every work day for a round trip home-office ride — now that’s an expenses killer.
Suddenly I remembered getting a call from the bank a few days ago. The caller said I’m eligible for a P30,000 personal loan, but I will still have to do paperwork and other requirements — or at least that’s how I understood her explanation. At that time, I was too busy preparing for a newscast, and I felt I didn’t really need a loan, so I told the caller to email me details instead.
I never got the email. But I think I might just trek to the bank and take up her offer.