I am bidding farewell to my beloved VW Convertible Beetle at the end of the month. While it is going to a good a home, I am not looking forward to parting with what has become a defining piece of me.
Or so I thought.
We bought a 2007 Buick Rendevouz a few weeks ago, a compromise I begrudgingly made. Hell had to freeze over, thaw out and then freeze again before I agreed to a minivan, the blazing badge of suburban motherhood. (I feared that our GPS would only take us to soccer fields and PTA meetings.) It's black, kind of sporty, has tinted back windows and in excellent condition.
As much as I want to hate it, I actually enjoy driving it.
I am no longer a tiny speck on the road. True, I enjoyed watching people punch each other when I drove by, but the Buick gives me real sense of power. Compared to the Beetle, I sit so high above the road I feel like I am flying a plane (sadly, The Saint refuses to wear a flight attendant uniform or serve me coffee while I am pilo-...driving).
And I no longer stick out. I blend, which means if someone cuts me off, I can tailgate, flip them off and then disappear in traffic. No more pretending to be a nice, peace-loving hippie chick. The bitch is back! But only when I am driving solo, of course. I would never do that with babies in the car.
I will wait until they are five and can truly appreciate the colorful language and high speeds.....
- The 2nd Mommy
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