My 2007 Mazda3 Grand Touring – Opportunity Knocks

As I recently wrote, the Kia Sedona minivan which I bought new in the early fall of 2011 is no more.  Or, more accurately, was turned into an insurance check following a collision.  I am all in favor of having money in my pocket and needing to look for a car, but this always presents a conundrum.

I have long been a fan of something called the cheap old car.  In my world, this is a car that is inexpensive, but also drives properly and is, in all significant ways, functional.  The problem?  The right cheap old car is mighty hard to find these days, and is getting harder.  There are gobs of cheap old cars offered for sale.  Why they are cheap is usually apparent.  Salvage titles (or no title at all), non-working a/c (“just needs charged”), some failed component that prevents a test drive (“needs towed, but drove perfectly”), or is something with massive rust or astronomical miles.  In short, these cars are the reason every sane person is leery of cheap old cars.

But those of us hereabouts know that, just as in the world of dating, the good ones are out there.  The trick is finding them.  My take on this last issue has always been sort of a flip of most common logic.  I don’t believe that you can find the right cheap old car when you are actively looking, especially if you are short on time.  I believe that the right cheap old car will eventually find the looker, if the looker is willing to be open to possibilities that present themselves.  And this is the story of my 32nd car and how it found me.

The best cheap old cars are those with a known provenance.  Ideally, you know who bought it new.  Ideally, they were owned by people who have both the money and the inclination to maintain their cars.  Also, these people are usually unwilling to keep even a good car beyond a certain age and will replace it with a new one.  My new-to-me Mazda checks all of these boxes.  And best of all?  It was free.

Ok, not exactly free, but was the result of a slo-mo, multi-step family trade.  It is relevant to note that my son and daughter (and their respective spouses) share ownership of a duplex, with each couple occupying half of it.  The result is that there is kind of one big happy double extended family there.  Late last year, my son’s wife was in an accident which totaled her Hyundai sedan.  A different set of in-laws (those of my daughter) offered my son and daughter-in-law this Mazda.  It had cycled from being a primary driver to the car used by two high school and college age kids (including my son-in-law), and (judging from the amount of pet hair vacuumed from the back area) became the “take the dog to the vet” car.  The deal offered to my son by these generous folks was “You need a car, we have an old car we don’t want anymore, so take it if you want it.”

My son and his wife are not what most here would consider “car-people”.  They didn’t drive it much and were put off by a slowly leaking tire and a battery that died during the winter.  When we bought the Charger, I called this same son and asked if he was interested in our Honda Fit.  I assumed that he would turn me down since he had the Mazda, but they took us up on it.  We decided that because it needed a few minor repairs, an appropriate price for the Honda Fit was zero.

After this, my son made several efforts to have this Mazda hauled off, but could not get anyone to come and pick it up.  Is this an example of all things working together for good?  Because after the Sedona was crunched, I was reminded that the Mazda was still sitting in front of my son’s house.

This Mazda had sat without moving for about six months, and I was unsure of just how seriously to take it as a possible replacement.  He and I spent about a half hour charging the battery, and the car fired right up.  We moved it to my driveway, where I spent a morning filling the tires and taking it on an extended test drive.  My other son was visiting at the time and he assisted with some interior clean-up – and a general pep talk about how nice the car seemed.  At 142,000 on the odometer, there should be quite a bit of life left in it.  I am not sure when we reached the stage where under 150k miles makes for a relatively low-mile car, but I think we are there.

The car is the top-end Grand Touring trim and is loaded with options, including a sun roof and heated leather seats.  It took a while to get the two front side windows freed-up, but they now work.  And best of all, it starts, runs, shifts right and blows ice-cold air (through a functioning automatic temp control system).  So far, there are only three minor items I have found which do not work as they should.  The headlights do not work when the switch is turned to “automatic”.  Also, the wipers do not work on the “intermittent” setting.  Neither of these things bothers me and they will go unaddressed.  The third issue will need to be looked at – the “aux” jack in the console is not working, so I cannot listen to my own tunes.  A little research reveals that this is an easy fix, which I will probably attempt.  Or I could just buy one of those Bluetooth things that tunes to a radio channel.

I decided to take the car to my mechanic for a look-see.  I knew that the brake rotors were badly, badly rusted from months of non-use, and knew that they might or might not be ok after some driving.  The verdict came back that brake pads, rotors and brake hoses were necessary on all four corners, as well as replacement of one CV axle with a leaking boot and a leaking valve cover gasket.  I could have done most of this work myself, but elected to spend about $1,500 having it done.  Because I am older and lazier than I once was.

I was well-along in writing about this car when the winds changed and the Mazda found itself riding a flatbed twice in three days.  Thank you Marianne for insisting that we keep that AAA membership.  The first time I figured that the battery had turned to toast.  I did not trust it, and suspected that it had frozen and thawed a few times during its period of dead-ness and that I had wrung from it all it had to give.  The first flatbed ride brought the car home so that I could replace the battery.  With that problem solved, I drove it to work the next morning – where it refused to re-start.

This second flatbed trip was to an auto electric shop, which diagnosed and replaced a failed starter but gave the rest of the electrical system a passing grade.  I will admit that I was starting to waver in my commitment to this car.  Was this “free” car kind of like the “free” cat or dog we all know, where getting the animal is just the start of a long and expensive relationship with the vet?  But after a few days with the Mazda being back to its old self, I am ready to re-commit to this relationship.  Even if Marianne is not.  This is one area where our compatibility is strained.  Whatever patience for cheap old cars she may have once had is long gone, particularly for those that regularly demand cash for repairs.  Me?  I am with cars like those people we all know who can never turn away a stray dog or cat if its eyes convey enough pathos.  Fortunately there is a new Charger in the garage, so there will be peace in the household.  So long as this Mazda behaves itself.

This car is an absolute hoot to drive.  2.3 liters is a LOT of engine for this little car, and this thing is mighty quick.  At 153 horsepower, it is over 50% more powerful than my old (and similarly sized) VW GTI from the mid 1980’s – the one they called a pocket rocket.  The Mazda’s front-wheel-drive platform may not provide all of the joy that my former Miata provided, but this car is still all about the Zoom-Zoom.

The funny thing is I always wanted one of these Mazda3 hatches.  I remember looking at one about a year before we bought the Fit, and even had my kids sit in the back seat of a used unit on the Honda dealer’s lot as we were getting ready to buy.  Sadly for me at the time, my tall sons were within maybe an inch of becoming too tall to sit in the Mazda’s back seat – something that was not a problem in the taller Fit.  And is no longer a problem because those tall sons have lives and cars of their own.

Yes, the car has some damage along the passenger side (which my son-in-law blames on his younger sister) and some of the expected Mazda rust working around the rear wheels.  But for what I need – which is something that will get me to and from a trucking company parking lot for a 30-mile daily round trip – it is just about perfect.  And it is not the later generation with the evil clown grin.

So Car #32 is one of two things: Either it is the cheap old car I have been looking for or it is the cheap old car that will provide the luxury of time for the cheap old car I am actually looking for to find me.  For now?  This Mazda3 makes me smile like a little kid every time I drive it, so I am fine with with the first option and am in no hurry if the second option is in my future.

 

Further Reading:

JP Cavanaugh’s Cars Of A Lifetime Series