The Simple Path to Wealth
Do you love having a new car but hate the buying process? The pressure. The haggling. The hidden fees…
You’re not alone. In fact, massive companies (Carvana, CarMax, and more) have been created just to reduce this pain. The problem, however, is these no-haggle dealerships often add $2,000, $3,000, or even $4,000 to the price of the car for this convenience.
Update by JL’s Team Thinking about buying a car but unsure whether to buy new or or used? This post is for you. JL breaks down the per year cost of buying a new car vs three years old vs eight years old. Also, if you haven’t signed up for the newsletter, you’re missing out… [Continue Reading]
Ta Da! Steve 2.0 Aliases: Steve, too — Steve Two — Steve 2 Yep. It’s true. We just bought a brand new 2020 Subaru Forester and (gasp!) we even had to take a loan to do it. But it’s not what you think. I’ll explain later in the coming post: How we bought our new car. I’ll also explain there… [Continue Reading]
On this Thanksgiving Day one of the things I am grateful for is our trusty 2007 Forester, Steve. I last wrote about Steve a couple of years back, and in that post I tell the story of his awkward name. At the end I invited you to tell me about your rides and your cool… [Continue Reading]
Steve I like cars. But I tend not to like new, shiny cars. I like beat up older cars. More character, less worry. Certainly better stories. Shamefully, I have never named my cars. This doesn’t mean I haven’t had great affection for some of them, it just never occurred to me. They seemed to be OK… [Continue Reading]
A couple three years or so back I put up this post, most of which is repeated below. I figure it needs repeating. Maybe not for you, but for me. It is a beautiful spring day here in New Hampshire, Sunday in fact, and if all were right with the world I’d be out on… [Continue Reading]
The motorbike I found parked in my Guatemalan hotel lobby; here in the Moroccan desert In March 2014 I was spending the month in Antigua, Guatemala, where they will kill you for your shoes. Or maybe not. One day I returned to my hotel to find a motorcycle parked in the lobby sporting an Australian… [Continue Reading]
Wild Turkey painting by Don Balke This morning the wild turkeys came out of the woods and on to the back lawn for a visit. The last time was in the Fall when they were in the front yard with a small herd of deer, so it’s been a while. While I am very much… [Continue Reading]
As mentioned in my last post my travels to Ecuador served to shift my priorities to Susegar, that wonderful state of taking it easy. Of course, it also has meant that I’ve hardly posted here at all. To my considerable amazement this short fall has generated concern and irritation on the part of some of… [Continue Reading]
Spitfire Back in 1977 I was renting a little studio up in Rogers Park, a neighborhood on the far north side of Chicago. I was young, single, employed, carefree and making some bucks. I needed a toy. A sports car. That’s the ticket. I lived in the city. I didn’t own a car. Didn’t need… [Continue Reading]
