For the last four years, I have been involved in a most dissatisfying relationship. One where I went through the motions – pretending to love and feel loved. Showering my loved one with endearments and providing encouragement even when it was undreserved. Pouring countless hours and dollars into our union.
But when my beloved decided to turn the drive to and from our vacation destination into a tortuous 24-hour drive instead of the 12-hour jaunt it was supposed to be? I knew we were done.
Shortly after our return, I began haunting Edmunds, Cars Direct and well, local car dealerships, looking for my perfect match.
It took a long time, Internet. I went on test drives with some real duds (and terrible disappointments). For a while, I was even involved in a love triangle, unable to choose which model was the one that was meant for me.
But in the end, I had to make a decision. And that’s when Red came to join our family.
I’m pretty sure the 20-something version of myself is shaking her head in disappointment (she did have a convertible and a turbo-charged Beetle, after all), but I don’t care. This pretty little red SUV? Has everything I need from life right now.
Beginning with, of course, lots and lots of storage space. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to pack for a week away with a toddler and a persnickety dog, but that shit takes up a lot of room.
And also? The biggest moonroof you have ever seen.
That sucker extends all the way into the back seat. And if I can’t have a convertible (Which, let’s face it, I can’t), I want a moonroof that lets me pretend I do.
It also has fancy things, like a power seat (so I can see over the steering wheel), some sort of sport-mode, which means I can pretend it’s a manual transmission (I do love stick shifts), and best of all? These:
For people who hate winter as much as I do (read: a whole hell of a lot), heated seats can make the difference between a half hour spent cursing the cold while shivering in a frigid car and refusing to get out of said car because it’s so nice and cozy. Seriously. I might sleep there come February.
And the buying process? Was painless. Painless, I tell you. Why? Well because I negotiated the whole kit and kaboodle online. Right down to the trade-in. So I got my car for invoice price, and, I’m pretty sure, more for my trade-in than that dang Caliber was worth (may it rot in hell).
Plus, to top it off, I had a really nice sales guy. So if anyone out there in the Central Indiana area wants a Subaru? Go see Caleb. He’ll treat you right. He didn’t ask me to say that. Nor did I get any special treatment (as if, I’m not Scary Mommy or something!). But I did put him through hell. So he deserves the shout out.
And so begins a new era in car ownership. One I hope will be full of love and kisses, and very few visits to the dealer.