Me!! It happened to the one who swore it couldn’t…
She who rarely notices cars…who considers them simply a necessity,
who bemoans the fact that money is wasted on them
($$ that could go for important things, like rare plants in the garden or tall leather boots or fighting poverty)
Well, it turns out even I can kind of fall in love with a stupid car…because:
Have you seen the Kia Soul?!!!
No, I didn’t go BUY it…
We are still looking for our second car. And it needs to be inexpensive, and hardy, and this is just dreaming out loud, folks. I am fully resigned to making a wise, responsible decision when the time comes, and I am aware that the period in life where you can buy a car just ’cause it’s cute and now you have 12 years of payments because Gosh! You just couldn’t help but to see yourself there in the front seat, with big sunglasses and the moon roof open, and the radio blastin away on a warm Summer evening, and you HAD TO HAVE IT?
Well, that period of life came and went 20 years, 2 mortgages and 3 kids ago.
Have you heard the analysis that states we tend to gravitate towards automobiles and pets that are similar to our own personalities and characteristics? (our cat Zuzu is certifiable insane with a split personality disorder, so you make the call on that one)
The 2003 Toyota Camry, used,off Craigslist, with 178,000 miles?
That’s the me I need to be: basic, steady, vanilla. Something subtle and quiet and okay–yes–kind of tired, and looks like everything else and doesn’t get intense judgment of strangers who either LOVE it or HATE it. Because it isn’t even seen. It just starts dependably, goes quietly where it needs to go, doesn’t ask for much, and does just what it’s supposed to do. That is what a car is FOR, in my mind.
But…the 2010 Kia Soul. That’s different. I think that’s more the me I want to be:
all weird shaped and unique and little and zoomy fast and zipping around and tossing hair and saying to strangers: well, who cares what YOU ALL think?! I am feeling pretty darn bright sunshine yellow HAPPY today!
so we’ll just add this to tap dancing and a black Scotty dog and short, spiky hair and going to Ireland and learning the flamenco and
things to pursue, when I am an old woman.