In addition to loving my wonderful hubby, dogs, friends, & family, I wanted one thing that I realized was becoming more of a necessity than a luxury for me:
To hang up my informal hubby chauffeur license
I needed this badly. Five years ago when my car died, we didn’t replace it—and we just consolidated using my hubby’s compact car for the both of us. So in addition to the midday doggie lunch run from campus that I do four days a week, I added in an early morning 6am hubby to work drive—necessitating my waking at 5:15am to shower and such. Then I would repeat the hubby run at the end of the day to return him home after my work day at campus.
I love my hubby and our car chats. But the toll on me with of all the extra driving and longer days, four days every week of the year was running up against my age and my health issues. And trying to schedule each of us having multiple activities, makes having only one car shared by my hubby and I complicated. So despite our liking lessening our carbon footprint by only having one car—since my hubby would ride his bike to campus once or twice a week in good weather—a second car became less of a luxury.
But here’s the thing. When we started car shopping last week, I said that my basic needs were a car with automatic transmission and air conditioning. AC is big with me—asthma girl, here. I stated that I didn’t need any of the fancy newer car technology. Keyless entry and push button car starting? Nah! Power car seat adjustments? Heated seats? Leather seats? No way! Navigational mapping? Back up camera? Now that’s just silly! Blue tooth radio and cell phone for hands free talking? Seriously? Isn’t that still distracted driving? Etc. The list of newer car technologies is dizzying and perplexing. Who needs all that? And if you don’t need it, why pay for it? Give me car air conditioning and an automatic transmission any day of the week.
Riiiight! I am now sheepishly eating crow as my newer used car sits on our driveway. At least the gas door on it isn’t locked electronically, you just pop it open. In our defense, a used but very nice (loaded as my hubby says) car just happened to become available—and it was much less expensive than anything else we had looked at, with rock bottom interest rates.
It was surreal. I almost felt like Eve being enticed with the apple as my shaky hands reached to sign the car loan agreements. Would I be going against my previous lower carbon footprint, green hugging, luxury eschewing ways by accepting this car? Should I have instead, stuck with my usual basic used car?
As my hubby rationalized, the backup camera is a must for me. And he means that in a caring way, not derisively—since I am a short person who can’t see the end of my car–with the way some of the car design elements get in the way.
And the rest of my newer used car’s technology? I will try not to corrupt myself. Who am I kidding? If you want to ride with me, you must empty your pockets and stow any sharp objects and ink pens in the trunk, right next to my transport wheelchair—I’ll have bins for you to stow your stuff like they do at the airport. Then you may sit on the seat rug/mat/towel—to protect the seats—and enjoy the air conditioning. *wink*
P.S. I wonder if this guy would like a lift? He looks like he could use the air conditioning.