There’s a new girl on the block and we are calling her Ruby. Ok, she’s not really a girl. She’s a car. I’ve never named my cars before, but this one just begged for a name.
I had been driving “our” Mini Cooper out to my new job. Really I still see this vehicle as my husband’s car. Don’t get me wrong. I love the Mini. It’s powerful and zippy. Its cute and stylish. It has heated seats and a sunroof, more luxurious than my old ’99 Honda that was stolen from in front of our house 3 years ago. It just hasn’t ever felt like mine.
The issue with the Mini is that it is a 6 speed. Which is great when you are zipping around the city or on open road. When you have a bum knee and are commuting in stop and go traffic for 45 minutes, its not so fun. I set my sights on an automatic.
I had grand plans to buy a new car or a gently used one. We can afford it and gosh darn it, I deserve one, right? But what if we went used and paid cash and saved all of that car payment money for a year or so? Hmmm.
While debating, a car fell from the sky into my lap. Ok, that would hurt and obviously didn’t happen. But a text came through from a friend that her employee was selling a 2000 VW Jetta. For cheap. Hmmm.
Further research into said Jetta proved to be a great short term option. Plus then I will have something to trade in for my new car! The only issue, and please be warned that its a vain one, is her color. Baby blue? No. Gold? Uh-uh. Tornado Red? Ding, ding, ding! Hence her lovely name, Ruby. Hello, I am now a cop magnet.
So that is how Ruby came to join our family. She’s a reliable pleasant ride. She even boasts heated seats and a sunroof as well as dark tinted windows (so no one can see me driving). I have my “own” car again, with a large trunk and cupholders and a glove box filled with my stuff.
Last but not least, there is one perk that I had never considered with tinted windows: the sunrise and sunset reflected in my rear view mirror is always the color Sky Blue Pink