After the accident, I decided that instead of going to get another vehicle, I would drive Sidnei's vehicle. He doesn't have a car payment on it (another incredibly ridiculous and long story) and so I would just have to pay for insurance. Let me just say this as a precursor: I am VERY grateful to not have a car payment.
Now onto why I
1. It has two doors. I need four.
2. Two doors= limited space...do you realize that I carry samples with me? They are huge. Probably four foot tall. They don't fit as well as I'd like. I also carry tile, grout, thinset, and anything else that will fit.
3. You are probably wondering, what about the trunk? Well if you have a husband that likes to play with cars, then you'd also have the BIGGEST subwoofer EVER. It allows two inches on all sides of the trunk. Literally.
4. Also if your husband liked to aftermarket his vehicle to death, then you'd have ridiculous blue lights in your dash that a) blind you and b) send you into a seizure from watching them strobe as they were dying out.
5. It is manual. Did I mention I live in a tourist area? Tourists=stupid traffic.
6. My husband put rims on. They look pretty. They scratch easy...especially against a curb.
7. Of course with rims come low profile wheels. Low profile wheels blow easy. That is what started the Life and Cars posts.
8. Low wheels=Low car. Low car means that I literally fall into my car. Falling into my car means I have to get out. To get out, I grab the door and the side of the vehicle and proceed to PULL myself out. In a pencil skirt with a tiny slit on the front, that makes this task difficult. Not to mention all the guys on the jobsite watching the girl that pulled up to the jobsite in a sooped up vehicle.
9. A two door car = Looonggg doors. Long doors mean they are heavy. Heavy means that my shins have permanent dents and bruises from the door falling back on them.
10. Special Exhaust. Driving for 5 hours at a time, once I get out of the car, the droning doesn't seem to go away. It also makes it difficult to talk to people because the car is SO. LOUD.
11. The final thing (though I could go on forever) is sometimes it just doesn't want to start. I believe it has a mind of it's on. Usually when it is mad at me and wants me to be embarrassed, I get in the car, turn the key, and CLICK. Turn key again, CLICK. Turn key again, CLICK. Turn key again, VROOMMMM. Take it the mechanic...It is on it's BEST behavior.
Let me just say I am very in tune with this vehicle because I am putting between 900-1200 miles a week on it. FUN!
What kind of car do you drive? Do you love it? If not go get a Honda. And Honda, if you are out there and would like me to endorse you, I'd be more than happy to drive one of your vehicles. Just in case you were wondering!
Life and Cars... Part 1
Life and Cars...Part 2