I did something today that I haven’t done in a while now. Something, that I used to do once a week, minimum. Something, that I probably should do more often, but when you live on the side of a mountain and have to travel two miles on a gravel road just to get home, it kinda seems pointless when you really think about the logic involved with it.
Are you ready for it?
Okay. Here it is…
I washed my car. I’m not talking about running it through a car wash, either. I mean, I got the water hose out, filled a bucket with soapy water, and proceeded to hand wash my vehicle. Now, to some of you, this may seem like a completely normal thing to do and you might engage in this kind of clean up with your car once a week or more, like I, myself, used to do, as previously stated. For others, you may think I’ve lost my mind entirely and are now wondering why on earth I would hand wash my vehicle. After all, you probably live in an area where there’s a 24 hour car wash always open and you’re probably one of those people who always just happens to have some quarters lying around your car somewhere for this very purpose. Well, kudos to you!
I, on the other hand, do not have this luxury. Yeah, there’s a car wash in the little town I’m closest to, but honestly, I think that thing’s probably older than I am and I’m not real sure there’s enough water pressure there to hose a gnat off my front bumper, let alone wash away the other 2.3 million bug corpses, dirt, dust, road grime, bird poop, and whatever else just happens to be out there, clinging to the paint, bumpers, grill, headlights, and any other part they can grab onto.
So, anyway, as I was scrubbing and hosing off my car, I was taken back to an article I read somewhere a few years back that was comparing our personalities to the type of ride we drive. I just happened to be cruising around in a silver Subaru Outback station wagon at the time. Wooooooo!!! And not the shorter, sporty looking one, but the full on station wagon model. Oh, and mine was missing the Subaru emblem on the front grill, too! You can just imagine what my personality was described as in this lovely little piece that somebody with waaaaaaay too much time on their hands had come up with.
I’m sure a lot of you out there won’t be able to relate, but I’ve never really set out to buy a car based solely on what it looks like. And by that, I mean, I’ve never owned a brand spanking new car that I was able to sit down and pick the color, style, interior, etc. My vehicle purchases have always been more on a need basis and a “are we sure this thing’s gonna run for at least a year or ’till I can afford to get another one?” I know, I know… the very epitome of class all the way!
I have driven some really cool cars and some reeeeeeeaaaaaaaly ugly ones, too. But, by gosh, they’ve all gotten me from point A to point B. Well, most of the time, anyway.
Back to my point here. I had driven a 4 wheel drive car for about four or five years when I met Mountain Man, but my poor little ‘ol decrepit silver Subaru Outback wagon was on it’s last legs. God bless it. I couldn’t really afford to get another vehicle at the time so Mountain Man started letting me drive his truck back and forth to work. God love him! I had never had a man let me drive his truck before!!! This was huge! But, that’s a story for another time.
Anyway, after a few months of me taking his truck to work at night, I was able to finally buy another car. We searched and looked on the internet and we searched and looked some more. By the way, I hate car shopping!!! Hate, hate, hate it! Almost as much as I hate clothes shopping!
After a few weeks, we found what seemed like a pretty good deal on a real cute little white sporty Mazda. However, it was not 4 wheel drive and there was no way I’d be able to drive that thing in a bad snow storm or up to the cabin. We were still living in both places at the time. My town house through the week and the cabin on the weekends. But, I knew Mountain Man would let me drive the truck if it was too bad outside and I didn’t figure I’d need a separate vehicle to get up the mountain.
Little did I know just how life was fixing to change on me. Not two months after I bought the little white sporty Mazda, that was just the cutest little car I think I’d ever owned, we decided to move up to the cabin and say goodbye to pavement as far as the eye could see and life in town. Mountain Man was not the least bit fazed by this, but I, having lived in town for the better part of 13 years, almost half my life, was a little freaked out, but excited at the same time. And the fact that I’d just (stupidly) bought a 2wheel drive car that would never on the best day of the year, under the best circumstances, ever make it up these two miles of windy, gravel covered mountain roads, just added to this freaking out I was doing.
Mountain Man assured me that everything would be fine and things would work themselves out, and of course, he was right. They did. I settled into a peaceful groove once we said goodbye to my house in town and started commuting up here to God’s country everyday.
The first month was a little tricky ’cause Mountain Man had to meet me at the bottom of the mountain every morning to pick me up when I finally got here after working 3rd shift and he had to take me back down to the car every night for me to go in to work. That lasted for about a week and then I just started riding one of the 4 wheelers down to my car every night and then back up the mountain every morning. One key point to this story… this was April… in the mountains of Western NC… and let me assure you, it was cold!!!
Needless to say, it didn’t take long to start looking for another vehicle. A 4 wheel drive vehicle. And just like all my vehicles in the past, my current ride was bought out of necessity, rather than want.
But, this latest vehicle I’m driving, is by far one of the coolest cars I’ve ever had. And any of y’all that know me personally know that I’m not a real materialistic gal, but I do love bright colors. Well this bright, cute little canary yellow Chevy Tracker just happened to be sitting on the side of the road on my way home from work and Mountain Man and I had both saw it. Heck, everybody saw it! You couldn’t help but see it! Now, he does not share my love of bright, flashy colors. Far from it! He’s more of an earth tone, neutral shades kinda guy. So, I wasn’t real sure how he’d react to my little yellow car I’d found. But, I simply adored this thing!
We stopped to look at it and drive it and check it out, and the inside was a little disappointing. It was really dirty and really smelly. Someone had not been nice to this cute little yellow car. It would take some major cleaning and lovin’ to get this thing up to my standards as far as cleanliness goes. However, everything mechanical checked out on it and I think we ended up buying it the next day.
I had to wait for my cute little white sporty Mazda to sell before I could buy the cute little yellow Tracker! One day. One. Day. I parked the Mazda in a shopping center parking lot on a Friday afternoon and it sold the very next day! Just like Mountain Man had said, everything worked out just fine.
So, I’ve been driving my cute little yellow Suzukiolet for a little over a year now. Mountain Man calls it a Suzukiolet because all the inside parts, the motor, the lights, etc., have Suzuki stamped on them, but it’s got Chevrolet stamped all over the outside of it. Best of both worlds, I guess! We’ve put almost 25,000 miles on that little thing in about 15 months. We drive it everywhere!!!!
I tried and tried to recall certain points from that article I read so long ago, but alas, I’ve slept since then and the particulars just didn’t make it into long term storage. Go figure. But I’d be willing to bet that my current ride comes pretty dang close to matching my personality!
So how ’bout you? What does your ride say about you?