Manuals are getting harder to come by - I do not understand this, the fun in driving is in actually having to drive the car, isn't it? - which is why we ended up ordering our car. She's a gutless wonder but my driving has mellowed since the arrival of the kid so this doesn't bother me in the least.
It seemed fitting that we go on a mini road trip today to help break her in since all we had time to do last night was drive her home from the dealership. Our destination of choice was the beach, which turned out to be an excellent decision because it was beautiful at the coast today. It was warmer than expected, the sun was shining, and we had two sets of folks we were able to swing by and visit.
Congresswoman Chloe Lobster Treehorn (yes, that is her name and, yes, Hen helped with the Lobster Treehorn bit of it) handled well. We motored nearly 200 miles stopping in Rockaway to visit Cousin Mia and the gang, in Garibaldi to visit Safranit Molly and her crew, and went home on Tillamook's Highway 6.
I cannot say I love this car the way I love Sophie. It feels like our choice to drive it means we are becoming more responsible and pedestrian and, well, somewhat boring. Drive anywhere in Portland and you're bound to pass a gazillion (true stat, for reals) motorists driving the same dang car. I imagine the nicest thing you can say about it is that it is dependable. And, for now, that is just fine. A dependable car that might not turn heads but will get us reliably from point A to point B with little to no fuss. The upside, of course, is the all-wheel drive. The price is right. The interest rate is fantastic. And the extra room means Hen is no longer scrunched in the backseat, more friends can join us for adventures, and the new boot holds about three times as much as the old one. Of course, there are pictures…
|at the dealership|
|100 miles and counting|
|lunch at Cow Belle Café|
|has Dum Dums, will travel|
|afternoon in the sun|