Showing posts with label Minivan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minivan. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

My Ride


My car is making weird noises. Tom and I have not budgeted for a new car, so we hope this one will last until next fall, when it will be 11. Not that I wouldn’t like a new car. My ’99 minivan, purchased in fall of ’98, is spartan at best. No power windows, no remote locks, none of that push one button and the doors open and close stuff either. In fact, this minivan seems more like a “cargo van” than a family car because the only air vents are in the front seat.

Jake, who has been in the “way back” for the past 9 1/ 2 years, has never had the benefit of heating or cooling. The sound system is an AM/FM radio. I remember shortly after buying it thinking I would put in a “tape deck.” A few years later, I amended this to putting in a cd player. Instead, it just remained radio.

I do not think I’ll be getting another van, although I do find all the new bells and whistles they have intriguing. Dual movie screens, I-Pod docks, seats that fold into the floor, safety features such as air bags? Right on. Remote lift-gate opening would be handy too, but I’ve had this van so long my kids have grown to the point where they can do most of that opening and closing stuff themselves anyway.

Besides, I’ve been doing the van thing since I was 18 when I inherited my mom’s. Sure, it was fun to see how many sorority sisters could cram into a minivan (please, no puking!), but after 20 years, the bloom is off the rose. I’ve had exactly 2 cars in my life, and I would like to make sure I get to drive something other than a van before I die.

You may wonder how we ended up with such a plain-Jane car in the first place. I was pregnant with Jake and we knew we needed a new van. I was teaching school and Tom was in graduate school, so money was tight. We picked the cheapest model. We didn’t mind that it didn’t have power anything, because we reasoned, “All that electronic stuff just breaks and would cost us a ton to fix.” Yes, we made this statement in 1998, not 1958.

It has been a great car. I am so familiar with it, I can squeeze into the tiniest parking spaces, even in parking garages. I know exactly how much cargo space I have for thrifting and dumpster diving. Today I managed to squeeze in 8 dining chairs, a high chair and several bags of groceries after a spontaneous trip to the thrift store. Tom, if you are reading this, I’ll explain when you get home. They were such a great deal it would have been a crime not to buy them. Seriously.

Any suggestions for a great family car that’s NOT a minivan? I am thinking Saturn Outlook or GMC Acadia.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Backseat Chatter




Today I thought I'd share some of the exchanges I've heard in the minivan. I can't wait to get a new car, but we sure have had some interesting times in there these past 9 years.

Backseat Chatter:

Molly (age 4):

Santa Claus isn’t real.

Jake (age 6):


Duh. I’ve known that for a long time!

Molly (age 4):

Yeah. It’s your mom and dad who put on the red suit and come down the chimney.

Jake (age 6):

(Hand to forehead) Aargh.



Backseat Chatter:

Molly (age 5):

They can’t have a baby. They aren’t married.

Jake (age 7):

Yes they can! It happens. It happened to Aunt Marie. She got too close to a man and these microscopic creatures went from his body into hers. That’s how she got Sean.



Backseat Chatter:

Molly (age 6):
Mom, can we get a kitten?

Mom (age 38):
We’ll see.

Jake (age 8):
Darn. “We’ll see” means NO. “I’ll think about” it means YES.

Molly (age 6)
You’re right. That’s always the way it is.