Original post Jan. 13, 2012
With Don away I figure I need to take his car for a quick spin at least once a week. This morning I ventured out in Don’s car for the first time since he left. It was also the first time I have driven the car in about six months. Preferring instead to drive my Jetta.
I decided the best thing to do would be to go to 7-eleven, my fall “go to” place for my cappuccino. I say fall as in the summertime I prefer the frosty delights at Starbucks. I decided to take Oliver-my dog- with me as he enjoys going for a ride whenever possible. So as we walked across the yard I pushed the button to unlock the doors, let Oliver inside and we set off down the street.
The first thing I notice, after tooling around in my Jetta for the past seven and a half months, is Don’s car feels like it is all front end. It being a Dodge they have a large engine area but after driving my little car the Charger seemed to have doubled in size. I had a short learning curve of realizing I have to stop before I get into the intersection, after which everything was fine.
I drove the short distance up to get my cappuccino, got out of the car and realized I actually needed the key to lock the door. Laughing, I pulled out the key, beeped the horn and went inside. I said hello to the staff as I do on nearly a daily basis, got my sweet drink and then returned to the car. As I reached for the handle nothing happened, causing me to realize yet again how old fashioned this car was. I actually had to physically reach into my pocket, produce the key, press the button, to unlock the door. After returning the key to my pocket and locking the door I reached for the button in which to start the car. Silly me, sitting there looking for the ignition button. I laughed out loud as once again I reached into my pocket for the key. Oliver made a sound as if questioning my mental status and probably wishing he had not come along for the ride but I assured him we would both be just fine. We made it home without further issue and parked the car for at least another week.
In some areas I find that I am old fashioned, preferring tried and true to modern technology but, when it comes to my car, I love the new fangled technology that allows me to magically open and lock the door and to start it without producing a key. What will they think of next…
With Don away I figure I need to take his car for a quick spin at least once a week. This morning I ventured out in Don’s car for the first time since he left. It was also the first time I have driven the car in about six months. Preferring instead to drive my Jetta.
I decided the best thing to do would be to go to 7-eleven, my fall “go to” place for my cappuccino. I say fall as in the summertime I prefer the frosty delights at Starbucks. I decided to take Oliver-my dog- with me as he enjoys going for a ride whenever possible. So as we walked across the yard I pushed the button to unlock the doors, let Oliver inside and we set off down the street.
The first thing I notice, after tooling around in my Jetta for the past seven and a half months, is Don’s car feels like it is all front end. It being a Dodge they have a large engine area but after driving my little car the Charger seemed to have doubled in size. I had a short learning curve of realizing I have to stop before I get into the intersection, after which everything was fine.
I drove the short distance up to get my cappuccino, got out of the car and realized I actually needed the key to lock the door. Laughing, I pulled out the key, beeped the horn and went inside. I said hello to the staff as I do on nearly a daily basis, got my sweet drink and then returned to the car. As I reached for the handle nothing happened, causing me to realize yet again how old fashioned this car was. I actually had to physically reach into my pocket, produce the key, press the button, to unlock the door. After returning the key to my pocket and locking the door I reached for the button in which to start the car. Silly me, sitting there looking for the ignition button. I laughed out loud as once again I reached into my pocket for the key. Oliver made a sound as if questioning my mental status and probably wishing he had not come along for the ride but I assured him we would both be just fine. We made it home without further issue and parked the car for at least another week.
In some areas I find that I am old fashioned, preferring tried and true to modern technology but, when it comes to my car, I love the new fangled technology that allows me to magically open and lock the door and to start it without producing a key. What will they think of next…
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