Selling off our cars for property title
This whole time I’ve been living in a house and I haven’t even owned it. I mean, no I haven’t been renting. I actually thought that the house had been transferred under my name when my father passed away, but it hadn’t. The original conveyancer did a dodgy job. I recently discovered this mishap after 18 years of living here and not legally owning it. The issue only came up when we were organising a self managed super fund. That’s when the accountant turned around and said, You need a conveyancer. Melbourne has a lot of good conveyancing firms, so it should be no trouble to get this issue sorted out. Only problem is that I can’t really afford it right now.
My wife reckons we should get the conveyancer as soon as possible. She reckons we should either get a loan to get the money or borrow some from her parents. I reckon we should sell her old Volvo. It’s an ugly beast of a car, and the amount of times it’s broken down is ridiculous. We should sell it to the junkyard and get it compounded, score a few hundred bucks for it. I hate to see her driving around in that eyesore. I mean, driving it alone adds about twenty years to her life. It’s one of those cars that forces you to crane your neck while you sink behind the too-big steering wheel — it makes anyone look like an old nanna.
The missus reckons we should sell off my Commodore in order to get the title transfer. She is not a fan of it because of the lime green colour. I think it’s beautiful. Plus I’ve had it fitted out with all these sweet mods like subwoofers and some really sleek headlights. They’re so powerful you could light up a girl’s backside from two streets away.