Mama Needs a New Ride
Really, I do. For the past seventeen years, I’ve been navigating suburbia in the quintessential ride of soccer mom’s everywhere: the stylish minivan. Yep. Seventeen. Years. Not all in the same minivan, mind you. I upgraded nine years ago to the then-Rolls Royce of minivans, the Chrysler Town and Country Limited Edition. Complete with on-board entertainment, heated leather seats, a moon roof and five doors that open automatically with the touch of the key fob. (Those automatic doors were a must-have after driving preschool carpool for two years.)
I’m going to go on record here and say I love my minivan. I really do. It’s just that I’ve reached middle age and, well, I want something a little snazzier. My kids can drive themselves now and they’d much prefer to drive anywhere without me. Unless it’s to the mall. Then they are happy to have my credit cards—I mean me—accompany them.
Unfortunately, my minivan hasn’t outlived its usefulness. Did you know an entire dorm room of crap can fit into that vehicle if you take the seats out? It’s also the perfect changing station at a horse show, not to mention it can fit all the tack and my daughter’s trunk on board. And then there’s tailgating. What’s not to love about the on-board table? All are important things to consider when deciding whether to purchase new wheels.
Worse, I can’t find a car that I want. My minivan has become as comfortable as the worn, leather recliner in my family room and I loathe parting with either. Sure, a convertible would be nice, but I’d only hate myself in ten years when I’m battling skin cancer. The purr of a German engine is enticing, but do I really want to waste all that gasoline?
So, I’ll spend another summer with my ride doubling as a mini-barn (yes, there’s an ‘n’ on the end of that word!) until I can decide what I want. It’s actually a good thing, too, because I’m about to spend all my car money for horse power of a different kind.
Meet Tessa, my daughter’s new ride. Yep, I’m a sucker. But her show name is Game On, so Mama wins either way.
So what are you driving?