Again No one wants to car pool with me | I thought I would take a break from my travel blogging to bring the next post in the series of Reasons I’m Single But Awesome which has been long over due. In the previous post in this series, I explained how the old car I used to drive, effectively worked as an efficient anti-chick magnet and mode of transportation. Read about my old 1984 BMW 528e here. However, this post is dedicated to the car I am currently driving: a white 2004 Honda Civic DX with only power steering. I went from driving a super unique car to the most boring car ever. Going from 5-speed manual to a cheesy automatic transmission really throws out the cool factor.
When I bought this car, I was totally ecstatic that I could actually afford something constructed on this side of the millennium! Going from 1984 to 2004 is an improvement on the automobile timeline. Now I don’t mean to brag or anything but, my little civic has 3 whole cylinders of raw power! Which means I can go from 0 mph to 60 mph in….well,…eventually! If I can get the car up to about 65 mph, as soon as I turn the radio on I drop back down to 45 mph. :( Because the color of the car, it has been affectionately known as my White Lighting. A few months ago I drove back from a concert in uptown Charlotte with some friends of mine. They all piled into my White Lighting and I drove over to the pay stations on the way out of the parking garage. I pulled up to the pay machine, grabbed my credit card from my wallet, exhaled loudly, and firmly announced to the car’s entire population that it was time for my bicep workout. At which point I proceeded to turning the manual hand-crank to roll down the window. Everyone in the car began laughing hysterically.
I guess the real reason I’m writing about my car is because I had my first safety recall this week. Apparently my car’s airbag kills people…which is the opposite purpose of an airbag if you think about it. So not only is my car supper cheap, but even it’s safety features are basically trying to kill me.