She's a 2004 Dodge Durango Limited Edition. She has a 4.7L V8 engine putting out about 200 horses. She gets 13 mpg city and 18mpg highway. She has a power sunroof, leather seats, and a kick ass fully functional sound system with satellite radio, CD player and aux port! She seats 7 passengers, but I'll most likely never go beyond 5 so the 3rd row of seats will spend most of it's time down to give me more trunk space.
|Velma from Scooby Doo|
As for the second question: As awesome an experience it was to buy the car, getting it registered was a pain. I got the paperwork to transfer the registration from Trudie to Velma, and was told in no uncertain terms by my insurance company that I would have no problem bringing the forms to the DMV for processing. I get to the DMV, and after the requisite hour of waiting for no reason, I go up to the lady who is designated as my helper. I give her the forms and she looks at them for about 20 seconds and tells me she can't accept them. The insurance stamp is on the wrong form and I have to go to the offices of my insurance agency to get the proper form stamped. I was told this at around 4pm. The location of the offices of my insurance company in MA: Woburn, MA.
I had to drive on the highway to Woburn, MA at the beginning of rush hour traffic!
So, I go down to Woburn and explain my situation to the lady there. She gets flustered and starts apologizing profusely. Apparently, there was a new law passed to make the registration process simpler that the Lawrence DMV was not following properly. So she apologized several times for my inconvenience and told me in that her supervisor would speak to the people at the Lawrence DMV to clear up the matter. I was sitting on a bench outside the offices of my insurance agency when I had the epiphany about changing my car's name to Velma. Then I drove back to Lawrence.
The DMV was closed when I got back so I did some coding at home and then went to bed. This morning I go the DMV. I got there a bit early, so I waited in my car for the office to open its doors. Once they were open, I waded through the line of people, again, to make it to a different lady for the registration transfer. This time there were no issues. However, just for cosmic irony, the lady next to me was attempting to get a registration done as well, and I hear the DMV clerk attending her saying that she needs to call her insurance agency and have them email her the proper form stamped and that plus a form from the dealer will be sufficient for registration. Hearing that, I almost blew a gasket!!
Why couldn't I have gotten THAT clerk YESTERDAY!!!
But I didn't say anything. You don't want to start something at the DMV. It will always bite you in the ass. So, I kept my mouth shut. I just paid for the transfer of registration and left the DMV. So, I think the scale for cosmic karma is balanced on this issue. In any case, I've got my dream car and I'm happy. If you're lucky, my dear readers, I may just give you a ride! And as a parting gift, I leave you with the video of the first song I played when I got behind the wheel of the car.