The one time I remember performing any sort of car maintenance with Dad the chore ended with him putting a screwdriver through the oil filter. On purpose. So if I know and care very little about cars, and car maintenance, you know why. I want them to get me where I’m going, with some semblance of comfort and reliability. Beyond that, gravy.
I’ve been an Accord guy, first a ’92 and then a ’97. I drove the latter – all 158,462 miles of it – until yesterday. It took me on road trips – with Dad – to Cooperstown, New York and Johnson City, Tennessee. Mrs. SMEs and I took it out to Washington, D.C. in 2000. Six years later, I drove it back. You couldn’t hardly keep the damn things from running. One time in an auto shop in Arkansas my ’92 turned over and started with the distributor cap removed. The mechanic brought me into the bay to show me this. He said it was impossible, but there it was, purring away.
“Cool,” I probably remarked. “Can you put the cap-dealy back on so I can go home?”
So it just seems a little wrong – in character, but wrong – that I flicked the ’97 aside yesterday like a ball of lint on a shirt. Before signing the last papers at Estes Hyundai I took a picture (above), because it seemed like the right thing to do. Caring seemed like the right thing to do. But I didn’t, not really, and it was only that fact that made me sad.
I got over it quickly, though. Hot new girlfriends have a way of doing that.
Say hello to the 2011 Hyundai Sonata SE. Suddenly, not only do I know those are 18″ alloy wheels. I care.
(For what it’s worth, we loved the guys at Estes…consider buying from them)