Just arrived in January 2013
Some people laugh at me when I attribute human traits or behaviours to my cars, and I let them. They are machines without any brains or emotions, right? But I know I’m not the only person to call my car by name or gender (although some might not admit to it in public).
My car has let me down a few times over the last couple of years, and I finally decided to replace him. (Yes, this is a He). He has served me (mostly) well for the most part. There has been a few incidents and I’ve taken him to hospital = treated by a good mechanic. But the last straw was when he decided to have something similar to an epileptic seizure in the parking garage at the airport when I went to pick up Gary. The happiness of having him visiting was somewhat damped by having to wait an hour for the tow truck and then go home by taxi. And that’s when I decided enough is enough and started looking for a replacement. (For the Volvo that is, not Gary, obviously)
At Lisbon airport
This is the moment I realized this six year old relationship has reached its end. I can’t put up with his antics anymore. Tow truck and emergency mechanic shouldn’t be a recurring thing for us, when it could be fun road trips and adventures. Time to say goodbye.
I don’t know much about cars and engines, although I have had cars all my adult life. For the first time I’m on my own here. Friends and family give me all sorts of helpful input of what I should look for. So I have looked at WV, Mercedes, Honda, Puegeot and Kia. And more. “What do you want?”, they ask. It’s simple, really. I want something reliable, comfortable with a cupholder and bluetooth. Blue would be nice. And automatic. That’s it. I think the arrangement should be simple: I do my part as in filling gas, oil, water, paying tax and insurance, and have it serviced before annual inspection. In return, it should start every time I turn the key, and do its job. That simple.
Not my hobby
After being indecisive for a while, and getting tempted by cars way out of my league, I finally found my next vehicle. Surprise, surprise, another Volvo….. (OK, no comments) After a test drive and asking the salesman a thousand stupid questions plus a bit of haggling, I finally closed the deal a couple of days ago, and this miracle will be delivered next week.
New (almost) and very pretty
Now, here is where I think my current car can read my mind. He obviously knows I have found another and feels betrayed and rejected. He got his carefully planned revenge today.
I was just going to drive, quickly, to the nearest supermarket to buy dogfood. It was raining a little, but I didn’t bring a jacket or good shoes, because I had a car… Also I left my phone at home on charge, since I was only going to be gone for 20 minutes. (You can see where this is going, right?)
I come out of the supermarket with my dog food, squeeze myself into the drivers seat (because someone had parked 3 inches away), put the key into the ignition and turn it and…. nothing. Yes, everything lights up, and the music goes on, but that’s all. We’ve been through this before, so I talk nicely to him and start over. Double check all details.
But no. It’s a No from the Volvo. He does not want to take me home today.
So here I was, without phone, no jacket and a bag of dogfood and a very uncooperative car. I begged, I prayed to the car god above, and turned and twisted every dial, knob and button to no avail. He was not going to fall for any of that. Not leaving the parking. So I did the only reasonable thing. I left him there, to ponder his mistakes and walked away.
While walking the long way home in the rain (drizzle, really, to be honest) in poor shoes on slippery Portuguese cobblestones, I came up with a few unmentionable adjectives for the car that decided to end it all this way. Very disappointing, since I had plans to find him a good home. Now I’m more likely to sell him to be recycled as cat food cans.
Tomorrow I’ll walk back there and see if I can make him cooperative enough to come home again. At least I’ll hit my target for number of steps again.