Voted for Couldn't buy without a loan.
While the forum and the real world is filled with advice in support of not buying depreciating assets on loan, there is some reality check that many of us are jolted into as we save towards the car of our choice.
Business owners have given their ideas of tax benefits, lease options and the like, so let's simplify the talk by focussing only on regular salaried folks - The Month End Mules.
Today's market is brimming with options, or so it seems, but it is so unforgiving in terms of right car for the right price.
Except the entry level segment of 5-6 lakhs, it is often difficult for salaried folk to put up enough money as savings
within reasonable time frames to buy their choice outright with cash.
// You look around in the 10-20 lakh segment and you zero in on your choice and start the arduous journey of saving up for your car. You decide on a reasonable exchange price for your well maintained present ride and assure yourself that it would be enough to put down a nice fat downpayment towards the new purchase.* After few years of strict saving and meticulous abstinence bordering on self harm, you have put up a good sum saved against the purchase and check back with your dealer. You scream “I’m ready”!… Only to find that the car you chose (along with the segment that sits in) has sweetly moved north in the price ladder.
What do you do? You didn't sweat out all those years of financial discipline to settle for a lower segment car (which has also moved up to where you are standing now). Your heart won’t let you go in for a loan to make up the difference, because then there's the conflict of fundamental philosophy of saving to avoid loan. You are not a business man who can hope for a good run to find some cash flow suddenly, you are not going to magically bump your salary next quarter. You are the slow and steady bogie. The salary mule.
You can try to beat it by going aggressive and eating a meal lesser, going out lesser and what not, to try to catch the inflation/inflated train, next year. And let's assume your perseverance is rewarded and you finally caught up. Your car of choice inched north even further, but your sheer grit meant that you did catch it finally. Head high ,neck high , squared shoulders, you are ready to throw that hard earned cash on the dealer's desk and drive out your dream ride. You scream “I’m ready, again”!
But there's a tinge of guilt and self doubt. You know how hard you had to work to save all that money. Is that car really worth dumping all in one go? (Don't lie now that you haven't felt this moment of inner introspection) Yes, the very motivation for saving was
this car, but hey, now you're many years older and wiser than when you started your saving ritual. So your mind plays tricks on your heart and tries to infuse sanity. But You Are The
Enthusiast. You wont let these petty mind tricks work on you.
So you bravely brush it away and go ahead to plonk the money on your dream car. Guess what? In all those years you've been busy skipping lunch and saving up,
that car has got a facelift that looks uglier, an engine which is smaller, an interior trim that you can't stand and above all - it has lost that
one USP which you oh so loved, because many in the market didn't want it. Sorry Mr Enthusiast, the mainstream market doesn’t agree with you and so the manufacturers deleted the USP in tune with customer demands.
Now you can't bring yourself to buy this
Ship of Theseus now. No sir.
You hang your head in disappointment and walk out to see other options in budget, You find that the market today has more cars than ever, but somehow everything looks like a compromise. There are only chinese rip offs and Korean ‘gadgets on wheels’ for you to choose from. The enthusiast in you doesn't quit. You do the one thing you do whenever you find yourself shrouded in doubt, The one thing you have been disciplined about and the one thing you know will work/
You open Team BHP .
And stumble on the beautiful thread written exactly for you - The beauty of preloved cars and lateral upgrades. Wow, epiphany.
Excited about your new A-Ha Moment, you set out to click the link to the closest pre loved market place- Team BHP Classifieds tab, and find your brethren, the Enthusiast clan, pouring their love out for their immaculately maintained rides, in proportion to their asking price. You wonder why some of the ad descriptions sound like someone is giving up their pet for adoption, and asking a steep rate for it. You quickly realise that you are part of this clan and your own valuation of your current ride is guilty of the same love. You decide your clan is not a reasonable place to find bargains, so you set out into the brave world.
You rummage in the dark underbelly of the unorganised second hand market of India.
You find offers too good to be true. Immaculate, low mileage cars going for a price that your financially prudent brain cannot pass up. You are super excited and can't wait to check it out. You accidentally click the next page and stumble on the same car posted from a different city with a different price, but same description. You realise how cute a coincidence that is and plan to suggest the second car for your friend. You click on page 3, only to find the same car again, but from some other B town. You now have to accept defeat.
Then you decide to give up the sham of online classifieds and get your boots on the ground. You ask around FNGs and dealerships for well maintained examples of your elusive choice. Eight gruelling days later, you find a narrow back lane with a fancy pre-owned dealer luring you further into what appears to be the point of no return. There she stands, your elusive car of choice, in the original pre facelift trim. His flashy lights hide the dent behind the rear door and the re painted bumper is parked too close to the wall. Its simply too tight for your expertise to cram into.*
You ask textbook questions to the dealer regarding the history of the car, and he replies ,in text book style. But then the one thing he added casually, makes you brighten up - The previous owner was a Doctor. ! Wow, that's the kind of guy who takes care of his cars with surgical precision.*
*Swallowed by the pride of your achievement in finding the diamond in the rough, you pop the hood and listen to the engine carefully like a doctor examining an ailing heart. (But You have no clue what to listen for though) so you puff out a sigh and close the hood. Thud ! It shuts with that reassuringly satiating thud which you swear is a hallmark of a safe and well built car because you trust your ears more than GNCAP.
You sit for discussions over gourmet biscuits and tea. You bring the best bargaining skills from your Sarojini Market days to the table, and the dealer gives you his 'best price for today only, especially for you my friend'. The number he scribbles looks eerily familiar, it's the same digits of the sticker price of your new car you targeted few years ago. That was the same number you tattooed on your brain and chanted in your sleep as you wriggled with your half filled stomach through your years of saving. *Your eyes fill with tears as you realise you will be paying same price today for the second hand car that you would've paid for same in first hand had you bought it then. Thanks to the steady increase in new car prices, the new baseline average for second hand car of your choice is unbelievably steep. The unorganised cartel means you have no way to verify the fair price . You try to convince yourself thinking at least now that you would be interest free. Then it occurs to you that the residual value of this second hand car is going to eat up a chunk of that interest savings a fair bit when you go for resale as a third hand. Not to mention the opportunity cost of not having that car for these few years.
The dealer shakes you back to reality and says this is the last good example available and you won’t find a better version at this price, that too previously driven by a sedate doctor, probably an anaesthetist, at that. You beg for bargains and the dealer explains his unquestionable rationale behind the increased prices of second hand cars today. That rings a bell. You offer your present ride as an exchange up and he suddenly finds an exception to his 2 minute old rationale. “Discontinued BS4 cars won’t fetch anything sir!”. What? my present ride is discontinued? When did that happen? You play the bargain card again and try to upsell your ride, you show him pictures of your sojourns together and even pull out the black file with every bill and toll receipt ever paid against the car. Bullet proof documentation by the enthusiast. But the dealer isn’t impressed. You whisper the name you have christened your car with and try to explain that its like a well loved pet. Dealer says , “Saar I could’ve done better if you had sold this car just a few years ago (Irritatingly, around the same time when you started saving) Then I would’ve given you a better offer. Now the resale of your particular weird enthusiast’s choice model has plummetted and I can’t help you. I can give you free Ganesha idol if you buy the second hand car from me sir. Divine Blessings are all that I can throw in”. And you probably would need it.
You ponder and think deeply. You are simply unable to sign the dotted line and feel yourself sinking lower to a new low .*You can’t commit.
You get up and leave and turn to the second most trusted source for your advice, next to Team bhp- your wife.*
She patiently wipes away your tears and keeps true to her wedding vows letting you cry on her shoulders. She starts to explain how it is important to get your priorities right in life and six hours later ...
You find yourself*signing the cheque for an overpriced hatch on stilts, in bright sunburst orange, with a notchy AMT, which she will use for 3 km school runs, because lets be clear
-She needs a car more than you do.
-The kids and their needs always come first, and the school runs are more important than you driving around in your flashy unnecessary dream car.
-Your present ride can easily be pushed along a few more years.
-It doesn’t have great resale anyway and so doesn’t make sense selling it now.
-Few more years waiting will mean better cars to choose from.
-The waiting time can be used to save more for a car from a higher segment.
Right? It must be. Because she said so.
So here you are now staring in No mans Land (literally, because the woman got the car),
Standing beside you is your beloved trusted steed, without airbags, without 2 DIN, without fancy cameras all around, hoping that spares are available for the times ahead. And you are tasked with pushing this old timer a few more years, just like yourself.
And don’t even think about taking that orange hatch on stilts for an occasional spin to quench your new car pangs, because there’s a sticker on the rear windshield which says “Queen” with a crown on it.
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