This is the season when we are meant to be giving out to the world, giving thought to spiritual matters and pondering the sweetness of sacrifice. Usually, I’m 100% behind those ideas, but this year, I bought myself a present:
This is not the greatest picture of my new baby, and she is not quite finished (there are bonnet stripes coming on the hood, and some subtle black and white Union Jack touches–please note such touches on the mirrors), but this is my new car. A Mini Cooper S, which means fast. If I tell you I have been driving a Kia Rio for ten years, you will understand when I tell you that I feel that I’ve been riding a really tired old pony and now I’m on a young, healthy thoroughbred who just wants to run. Which means for a couple of days, every time I turned a corner I felt I was in the Indy 500.
Maybe you imagine writers all live in mansions and drive Porsches, but many of us tend to be conservative because the money is really uneven. Like you think it’s challenging to get paid once a month? Try once every six months, or three months, or eight months, or who knows when. It’s a very erratic pay schedule, which doesn’t synch well with regular non-essential things like car payments. One prioritizes things like tuition and mortgages over cool cars.
I have, therefore, driven very conservative vehicles to this point. But I have fallen in love with Coopers. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s the British angle. Maybe it’s that low to the ground bulldog stance. Maybe it’s the cool dashboard or the sunroofs. I’m not sure. I’m not the kind of girl who falls in love with cars. I just don’t.
This time, I’m in love. I love her powerful engine. I love seeing another Cooper owner lifting her chin at me (and I suspect we would be friends; she might even be another writer/artist/creative person). I love the way she zips down the highway. I loved it when my mother in law said on a Skype call when we showed the car to her, “Oooh, very posh!”
Posh. Yes. She feels posh.
I love that she is British Racing Green. I love that nobody in town will have exactly THIS car. My Mini and I are just ourselves, eccentric and fast, throaty and cool, and she is worth every single penny. For the first time in my life, I feel that my car is a reflection of my inner self, and I love driving. Everywhere. Anywhere.
What car reflects your inner self? Are you a fan of Minis? (Here is a site that will let you customize one from tip to tail, including the new colors for 2013 (copper!!) Where Normal Can Never Be Amazing).PS I would like to add that the Kia Rio I drove for ten years might be much maligned but was one of the most dependable, reliable cars I’ve ever owned. Thanks, sweetheart. You got me through some challenging times.