I have never owned a car that reflects my personality. I drive around in vehicles that were either inherited, dirt cheap or practical. Until last week, I drove a red Jeep Cherokee -- you know, the one that you see coming and going on any given road. It was a good car. It easily accommodated my two kids and dog, and because it had a V8 engine, it could easily tow our Airstream camper.
Unfortunately, however, it started on fire while my husband was driving to Green Bay for the Packers game last Sunday, so weâ€™re stranded in vehicle hell: getting quotes from mechanics and haggling with our insurance company.
In the mean time, my mother-in-law gave us a 1991 Cadillac Eldorado â€śStars and Stripesâ€ť edition. Technically, itâ€™s on its way to the Rawhide Boys Ranch, but for now, itâ€™s making a pit stop in Riverwest. Personally, I would prefer something much smaller and cuter, but, in the Caddyâ€™s defense, itâ€™s definitely the dopest ride Iâ€™ve ever owned.
Being an adaptable person who has become a master of making things work, I have embraced "The Eldo," despite the fact itâ€™s a two door, which makes getting my young sons in and out of the car very difficult. (I actually had a bad case of â€śplumberâ€™s buttâ€ť in front of my sonâ€™s preschool last week while trying to get him clipped into his booster seat.) Itâ€™s also as much of a gas guzzler as my SUV was, and every time I use the turn signal, a bell bongs over and over again to remind me that my signal is on, which makes me think this car was designed for the over-65 set.
But, beggars canâ€™t be choosers as mama used to say, so this is how we roll these days. And it really isnâ€™t all bad. In fact, Iâ€™m starting to have fun with it. For one thing, it has heated leather seats. Iâ€™ve never had such a toasty-while-in-transit bum.
Plus,Â big olâ€™ Eldo inspires me to wear my bright blue coat with the white fake fur trim as my primary wrap. I figure that if Iâ€™m gonna drive around in this…Read more...