It’s been a while since I’ve chronicled the latest sagas of the Yota. (Previous post HERE.) Our 1992, mouse gray, Toyota Camry keeps on ticking. I think the thing I like the most about our car is that I care jack squat about it. It’s one less thing that vies for my heart’s affection that has no business having a place in my heart’s affections. That’s what THINGS do to us, isn’t it? That’s what things do to me anyway. Nice things are… nice. And there’s probably nothing wrong with nice things. But big expensive nice things can make me crazy and I could go for a little bit less crazy most days. Which is why I have a love hate relationship with our Yota. Wish it was nicer, but glad I don’t care. Case in point:
A few months ago, the whole family was coming home from a trip to Home Depot in Jeff’s truck. Why we had a big huge 2×4 sticking out the back, I don’t remember… but there it was, red flag and everything. As we pull into the alley, Jeff decides it would be a good idea to back into the driveway… I’m convinced boys always think it’s a good idea to back in. I NEVER reverse in… anywhere… ever. For one, I usually don’t see any advantage to backing into a space. For two, I couldn’t do it if my life depended on it. It would take me FOREVER, multiple tries, and unnecessary stress. But Jeff is always backing into places. Anyway, he starts backing up the driveway. “Hey, don’t hit the Toyota” I half tease. Ten seconds later…. CRUNCH! What?!?!?! That totally didn’t just happen. I look at Jeff with huge eyes. “Don’t even say it…” is his reply. I keep my mouth shut, but inside I’m dying! I can’t believe he just hit the car! Getting out, sure enough, the red flagged 2×4 has smashed the rear tail lights of the Toyota. That was a pretty big bummer. But heck, I don’t really care… it’s the Yota.
The Toyota has survived the Minnesota winters… for the most part. We were skeptical considering its lived it’s whole life in New Orleans. But it starts when it’s cold and gets us from A to B. There have been a few mishaps this year. Three weeks ago, we had a play date with some friends. It was about 1* outside. When it came time to go home, I loaded everyone into the car. What the heck?!?!? The front passenger side door won’t close! I slam it shut no less than 10 times, hoping it’s user error. Nope. Inside I go to sheepishly ask my friend Kristen for some duct tape… because really? What else can you do? I take three pieces and head back out. That should do it. I back up, turn to go forward and the door flies open like nobody’s business. Uhhhh, guess I need more duct tape. Back inside I go. Fifteen pieces of duct tape later, we are good to go.
It doesn’t get much cooler than that people. Need a piece of humble pie? Try driving around with your door duct taped shut. That will do it for you.
A few weeks ago, the alternator on the Yota went out. It had unfortunate timing. After Jeff’s Dad’s funeral, Jeff drove his mom home and I followed in our car. As he was unloading her car in the frigid -20* weather, Ava, Oakley and I waited in our running car for him. Hmmmm, why is the battery light on? I don’t know. “Hey Jeff!!” I yell out the door. He doesn’t hear me and it’s freaking cold outside. Guess I’ll ask him when he’s done. 5 minutes later… hmmm, are the dash board lights dimming? That’s weird. 5 mintues later… hmmm, what?!?!? There are no more lights!!! “Hey Jeff! I think there is something wrong with the car….” I literally get those words out of my mouth and the car dies. Great. After replacing the alternator the next day… hallelujah! our car radio is working again. That thing hasn’t worked for at least 2 years. Getting in the car on Friday to head to an appointment, what?!!? No radio! And that was close to the last straw for me. Can we just get a working radio?!?!!?
In conclusion, here is my list of requirements for our next car, in no particular order:
– working radio. I guess I care a little bit if it has a CD player. An MP3 player would be nice, but not required.
– keyless entry. I don’t even care if it has a remote start, I just want to be able to unlock the DOORS with a remote.
– 4 windows that roll down… all the way.
– it must be manufactured in this millennium… which isn’t asking for much, it’s 2013 people.
That’s it. That’s my list. I’m not hard to please here. But in the mean time, I’m still thankful for the Yota, that it runs like a clock… and that I don’t care a stitch about it.