Monday, November 1, 2010

Becoming attached to inanimate objects.

Yesterday, I dropped off my 8 year old car for some body work.  I am tooling around in my farmer-neighbor's elderly father's late wife's car.  How's that for a sentence!  It has been sitting outside pretty much full time since I moved in - almost 5 years.  It is a little creaky because it doesn't get used.  I got advice like, "don't worry about all the lights on the dash - don't mean a thing."  Lights that spell out, "anti lock", and "check engine NOW", and my personal bugaboo, "low tire".  Plus some other dire warnings that are Greek to me.

It dawned on me, as I crept up the mountain to a chorus of odd noises, how completely attached to my car I am.  It fits me like a glove.  First, it's a manual transmission - my transmission of choice, since learning to drive in Cleveland's lake effect snow.  I find myself flailing about, trying to find the clutch and shift knob.  Then there's the gas mileage.  I will have to say that my 2003 Ford Focus Wagon gets great gas mileage.  Over 30 mpg.  How can you not love that -- especially if you have a long commute. 

But it's even more than the obvious.  It's how the seat feels.  It's all the little quirks - the radio volume knob that, when you initially turn the volume down, makes it get louder.  Then, there's the change in my ashtray.  The dog treats in my center arm rest.  The half-inch of debris on the floor mats.  The floor mats themselves.  The bits of hay hanging like fringe from the back ceiling.  Geez, I could go on and on. 

Since the body work is being done as a favor by a neighbor for practically peanuts, I can't call and whine and ask when it will be done.  So I will just have to make the best of it -- I think, confidentially, that this car is thrilled to be out on the road.  What started as a creaky sound is now a nice, satisfied hum. 


Mama Pea said...

A good thing to come out of this? You're gonna appreciate your wonderful old 2003 Ford Focus Wagon ALLLLL the more when you get it back. Comfort and security certainly contribute to a good life. You know that car. It's like an old friend. So why shouldn't you be attached to it?

Michelle said...

I know exactly how you feel. When I totally my 1996 Honda on Dec. 31, I was heartbroken. I loved that car!

Erin said...

I love it! I feel the same way about my Subaru wagon! Mine is a manual too!

Sylvie said...

My biggest fear is that they will do away with manual transmissions.

Susan said...

Yea for manual transmissions! Sylvie, they wouldn't DARE do away with them. But it is getting more and more difficult to find the car you want with one. Unless it's a muscle car. Do they still make muscle cars? Michelle, I have such a fear of hitting a deer and totalling my car when I drive home at dusk now. Yes, Mama Pea, I would hug my car if I could get my arms around it!

Michelle said...

Nah, that'll never happen. Too many gearheads (and women like us!) love 'em. (Now the proud owner of a manual Jetta TDI - diesel!)