I'm about to take a cross-country trip to pick up an old car and drive it back home. I haven't heard from the seller in days, even though he knows I'll be there tomorrow and he's never sent the requested additional images of the car, etc.
Although it seems more and more as though I'm about to take a very expensive, pointless trip across the States and then take an equally, if not more expensive trip back, sans car, I feel ridiculously optimistic about it. I'm sure everything will be fine.
Yet, everyone else I know is being really dire. Without considering all the warnings, here are a few off the top of my head:
1. I'm going to be murdered
2. There is no car, it's a scam. To murder me.
3. The car isn't in drive-able condition.
4. The car IS in drive-able condition, but it's going to crap out somewhere in the desert. Where I will die.
5. The car will crap out in a small, creepy down, where I will be murdered. Movie ensues.
6. I should buy a shotgun somewhere ASAP, because long-guns aren't illegal to sell to Out-of-Staters, and I'd have firepower to keep me safe from everyone who wants to murder me.
7. If I don't buy a shotgun, I should at least get a knife because something's better than nothing. WTF?! How would I ever survive a knife-fight?!
8. Apparently, The Government has signs posted in areas that are so bad, The Government has warning signs telling you not to get out of your car or stop driving because it is too dangerous..
So, buoyed by all this, I feel positively affirmed in the rightness of my decision to just go for it and have an adventure. I also felt compelled to mention that I'm driving the entire route via major interstates, where I have never, ever seen any Government Warning Signs about leaving your vehicle due to bad neighborhoods.
I am, however, going to buy several large jugs of water & make sure my phone's well charged. I'm also going to take all the basic fluids the old car needs, including some extra gas. I also always planned for the possibility of having to rent a truck and hitch to tow the old girl back, should something break down. I have this budgeted into the trip, both in terms of cost and return date.
And then, I'm going to drive this lovely old car, that will not break down, all the way home. I will go at a reasonable rate of travel and arrive home on time. All will be well. I will not be murdered, I will not be kidnapped, I will not end up as a movie-of-the-week tele-drama. I will simply have my dream car and the opportunity to work on her and restore her to a state of finesse and edge that is so richly deserved. I'll have a story to tell, I'll have embraced the flakiness of this whole transaction and I'll have had an adventure.