I don’t think I’ve mentioned on T-T that I recently got myself a new-to-me vehicle! Those of you who stalk me on Facebook can go ahead and yawn now. But for the rest of you, please allow me a brag post, won’t ya??
Just before Christmas, I was out delivering presents like a good little elf, and fulfilled my mom’s favorite prophecy: “NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.”
I was rear-ended by a lady looking down at her cell phone.
Not only did I have an accident, but it was such a CLICHE accident!! I mean, couldn’t she have been painting her toenails or something like that? It would make for a much more interesting blog post, anyway.
But hopefully some of you were looking for a cautionary tale to share with your teenagers about cell phones and driving, and I provided the fuel for your tirade. You can thank me later.
Anyway, cell phone it was, and it took the back hatch of my 2000 Ford Taurus wagon and smushed it in a bit. No biggie, right? That’s what I thought too, until a few days later I stepped on my brake and the dome light started blinking, the seatbelt warning started dinging, and the doors started unlocking and locking. And this continued to occur each and every time I stepped on my brake. It would have been hugely annoying if it hadn’t been so damn funny.
It was like traveling in the Starship Enterprise after it had been attacked with its shields DOWN.
So although it didn’t LOOK that bad from the outside, the damage had done a number on the electrical system and the insurance company totaled it. My poor, well-loved, completely-paid-for, still-had-at-least-one-good-year-in-it vehicle was suddenly no more.
Well, during the period while I was car-less the insurance company supplied me with a rental – – a cute little white Prius. As some of you who’ve been following me for a while know, I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of owning an electric vehicle someday, so trying out a hybrid was at least a partial fantasy fulfillment. And I DID love that little thing. But with a hubby of 6’2” and two boys of around 6’ each and counting it didn’t seem entirely PLAUSIBLE to make one my next family vehicle.
So…I began investigating other hybrids, and searched the internet and all local used car lots and finally settled on a spiffy candy-apple-red Saturn Vue Hybrid that my hubby says I look “hot” in.
I began calling my new ride “Red Fox.” Its sleek. And sexy. And sly with the way it saves me money on gas.
AND when I drive home, I might as well be pulling into Sanford and Son, so it is really quite a PERFECT name! (if that little joke went over your head, not to worry. It just means you are young enough not to NEED a candy-apple-red mid-life crisis vehicle, which is all good!)