Thursday, October 20, 2011
My Sweet Ride
And now I feel even lamer. This lovely red car has driven me to inner conflict. Here I am, I used to be a committed cyclist, and thoroughly enjoy that nice extra of keeping fit while travelling to work and all the other places I have to go. Why am I singing the praises of a gas guzzling six-cylinder that's probably going to make me fat? I'm not some technology obsessed man, I've never cared about horsepower or cylinders, and I sure as hell never dreamed I'd be thrilled to own a station wagon! They're right up there on my list near minivans. I think there are two very important factors in this new development. First, I'm an American, and I'm from Michigan. If you've heard of Michigan, then you've heard of Detroit, the Motor City. I'm not from Detroit (but my grandmother was!), and a good portion of car manufacturing is no longer done there, but still, I must have cars in my blood. It's in our nature to travel on 4 wheels, not just 2. I beat my nature for quite a while, and probably would have remained committed to my car-free lifestyle had I not grown up and turned my life upside down with a couple of kids. This leads me to the second undeniable fact: I'm getting older. As depressing as it is, I have a gray hair that shines in my face every morning in the mirror, and this one I'm not going to yank out of my head like the last 2 or 3. Maybe I'll dye it if any of its friends decide to join the party, but whatever. I'll cross that bridge-by car, haha!-when I get there. I don't feel like lugging my kids through ice and snow at 6 am this winter or biking 45 minutes in subzero temperatures and having my brakes freeze up on me. I want comfort, I want to stay warm, I want to travel faster and I want to listen to the radio. So, there you have it.