New Car means to me a new sense of safety and reliability. It means that fresh smell that last for about a month (two weeks if you have children, one if you have a husband that likes to fish). It means believing that no matter what may run into you, those air bags will magically wrap around your body like a giant Marshmallow and save your life.
I could go on, but let me remind you that I bought a new minivan just a short 2 months ago. Now, let me add that this cute little addition to our family has been towed twice in the last two weeks. Once today, and once last week while on vacation in "The Middle of No Where PA."
I admire honesty. So when the mechanic looked me straight into the eye and said "I have no idea what's wrong with your van," I almost gave him a hug. That is until he set me up in a Ford Focus as my rental car. I stand 5 feet 8 inches tall. I have driven larger cars most of my life. I suddenly feel like one of the members in the clown car headed out to the center ring, eager to regain feeling in all my joints.
I felt lucky to have finally been able to rid myself of the last nightmare I drove. It was also a minivan (different make and model) with a life of it's own. The steering went bad, and the doors rusted from the inside out. But the real surprise is when it began raining in the car. Yes, I said raining! Every time it rained on the outside, we received similar weather on the inside.
And now I'm the proud owner of this beauty!
I should have listened to the kids: "Mommy, buy the scooter, buy the scooter!"