Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Best Thing About Our Car
Now, don't get me wrong. I am grateful to have this car. I feel fortunate to be in a position to be able to make the payments (knock on wood) for five years (ooooh, one year down today!) and pay the increase in insurance and gas costs. I feel good that my kids are safer than they might be in a smaller car--all of us, in fact.
Just Monday I was rear-ended--barely bumped, really--while waiting at a stoplight. In my side-view mirror I saw the older gentleman who hit me get out of his small car. I hit the hazard lights and got out, too, asking, "Any damage?" He asked if I was OK. Everything seemed fine--his bumper probably went under mine-- so we went our separate ways, me repeating his license plate number over and over in my head until I could pull into the World Market parking lot and send it to myself in an email, just in case.
Yep, I'm one of those moms cruising around in a huge SUV, and I have to use the running board as a step up to climb into the driver's seat. But I can shuttle my kids and several of their friends places and that is the main reason we wanted the bigger car. I just wish the blind spots weren't so big. And that I would stop hitting curbs while making turns.
But this post is titled, "The Best Thing About Our Car" for a reason--a reason I haven't even gotten to yet.
It's the sound system. It's just the standard system for the standard Sequoia, but let me tell you, I sat in the driveway for an hour last week just listening to my tunes. I love being in that cocoon of pleasant sounds. I listened to Tyler Lyle's "Werewolf" over and over. Then a little Snow Patrol and some Crowded House. It was a rare rainy morning and the coffee I'd picked up on my way into town to run errands was still warm. The song lyrics were profound and I was completely awash in the music.
It was bliss.