Josh's truck quit running back in May. (He bought it new about eight years ago, just a few months after we started dating, but it's got over 200,000 miles on it already.)
We spent a few weeks hemming and hawing (Josh Downs makes fun of my antiquated vocabulary, so he ought to get a kick out of how I chose to start this paragraph.) about whether or not to get a new/used truck to replace it or to get it fixed.
Ultimately, we decided to fix it because:
1. Both of our vehicles are paid off and we've grown really accustomed to not having any car payments.
2. I told Josh that I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see his truck pull in the driveway and that I think he looks really hot driving it (therefore, sealing the deal that he would indeed be fixing his old truck no matter the cost.)
Josh makes painfully slow financial decisions though (He likes to refer to them as "rational" financial decisions, which might insinuate that I make "rash" financial decisions.) so that means he spent an additional few weeks deciding whether to replace the entire engine or just part of the engine. (Josh's "rational" decision: replace the entire engine.) Then he spend another few weeks figuring out whether he was going to pay a mechanic to replace the engine or do it himself. (Josh's "rational" decision: replace it himself.) And then he spent yet another few weeks figuring out where he could get the best deal on a new engine. (Josh's "rational" decision: S&J Engines.)
And amidst the (many) weeks it took to make all of these "rational" decisions, we still had three kids to transport to and fro (School is 10 miles away and doesn't offer busing.) in addition to after-school activities, Josh's civilian job that frequently takes him out of town, my daily dependence on Starbucks (even though it's a seven-mile drive), Summer-related travels, four Hometown Workshops and Josh's monthly commitment to Guard Duty (85 miles away.)
And we had just one car do it all in. (Technically, we had one car and one on-road/off-road motorcycle. Mind you, the on-road/off-road motorcycle only seats one and Josh is the only person in the house that can drive it.)
Josh said it would be a "fun challenge" (but sometimes Josh Downs is optimistically full of crap.)
Josh also said it would only take two weeks for him to put in the engine (but it took seven.)
And as Murphy (and his stupid law) would have it, my car (13 years old, with 180,000 miles on it) started having transmission problems (which we still haven't addressed), Josh caught his on-road/off-road motorcycle on fire, and I realized that I had forgotten to renew my drivers license while five of my 12 Hometown Workshop students waited for me to rent a van at the airport. (We took a taxi instead.)
Oh, and Josh's (newly installed) engine overheated while taking it for a test drive, so he had to spend another few weeks ordering new parts and having a mechanic (Hallelujah!) do the final repairs to get it back on the road.
Four months later...We've got two cars (and a brand-new appreciation for having a two-car household.)
And now...I'm off to Starbucks.