Friday, February 02, 2007
Time To Say Goodbye
Monday, as I was driving the kids home from school a teenager in a souped up jeep took a wide turn into our lane and hit us head on. We weren't hurt, the kids were a little scared. I felt bad for the kid driving, he was really freaked out. I've been a bad teenage driver in accidents, I knew how he felt. Today they officially reported our car "totaled" and even though we hoped for that, I'm a little sad. It's been a good car. It's a tank and takes a lot of beating, it's old so I don't care if the kids muck it up and it fits 7 people. It looks like we'll have to consider a minivan, but I'm not sure I'm ready to buy the kind of minivan we can afford (think 1984 Plymouth Voyager). I think I've been thinking about it a little to philosophically, I mean what's in a car? How much do I identify with what I drive? How much does this define me? The kids are loving our rental Ford Taurus, "The seats are so soft and it smells like a motel!" I keep thinking about the joke I heard on Saturday Night Live, "Ford has discontinued the Taurus which means 30-somethings will have to find another way to tell the world, 'I'm giving up.'" I was comfortable being a Montero driver. 180,000 miles and all, I wish they could've fixed it.