I am now the proud owner of a 2016 Subaru Impreza. And my lizard brain is screaming "What did you do! It's too fancy! So many fiddly bits to go wrong! You're not worthy of a car that's barely a year old!" It still has two years to go on the factory warranty, and their Certified Used Cars have a 7-year powertrain warranty. They did a hard sell on the extended warranty that gives you the factory-level warranty for 7 years, but all the advice I've read about not buying extended warranties whispered to me, and I resisted. Boy, the money guy was annoyed at me. Tsking and shaking his head and wondering why I'd want to go "all that way" to the auto shop when I could bring it into the fancy dealership. Well, Bucky, my auto shop is a mile from my house, and you shouldn't have dropped the fact that you charge $150 an hour for labor. My shop greets me by name and praised me for my decision to replace the Jeep.
The actual salesman was very nice, only inquired politely if I might be interested in the brand new version of the Impreza, and is working on his Ph.D. in history. So we had a nice chat while we waited for the inspection of the car.
I hate to think of what an anxious mess I'd be if I weren't on the Lexapro.