Mom Misses Minivan!
Today is “Photo Friday,” a term you hear a lot in the blogosphere which sometimes translates into “I didn’t have time to write a real post; will this do?”
So here’s the (short) story of how a “suburban soccer mom” moved on past her minivan days, and now lives a life of regret (sort of).
I turned 40 recently, and vowed to get rid of the minivan. It was doing a disservice to my street cred. So we traded in our reliable yet aging Honda Odyssey for a sporty Mazda CX-9, and now I… sniff…miss it!
We never named our 2002 Honda Odyssey, but she served us well. 150,000 miles, and lots of sweet memories of road trips, drive-in movies, and bringing The Girl home from the hospital!
One of my all-time favorite pics of the kids, while on our way to swim at North Beach in Burlington, VT. Both of them happy…at the same time!
So here’s the new sporty roadster, also unnamed. I do look good in this car, and it drives like a dream; I just miss the roominess of the minivan! p.s. This is a stock photo; I do not live near an abandoned warehouse.
Have you ever become emotionally attached to a car, or missed one after you’ve moved on to a new one?
I had a Honda Pilot we called the Big Green Machine, leather seats (heated) and cup holders galore! Then gas started going up and with just 3 of us we didn’t need the room so we traded it in for a smaller Honda. I missed it for years so when it was time to get a new car we got another Honda Pilot – in green! Long live the Big Green Machine – king of the cup holders and warm buns.
Darn. I thought the abandoned warehouse was going to contain some giant unseen roadside attraction 🙂
The biggest shock was trading in the two seater in preparation for motherhood. I still miss my CRX! It was my first new car. It was black, and fast.
I had a sporty Saturn SC2 back in the day that I loved! I remember filling the tank for $13 & driving awhile before filling it back up! It was so small & fit very little, but who cared, right?
My ’87 Monte Carlo was pretty much the best car ever. Stolen out from under my nose by car thieves who at least had good taste.
Although I’m only a 20-year-old college student, I understand why you miss your van. In high school, I drove my parent’s 1990 Chevrolet Lumina. It went by many names, including “The Weenie Mobile” and “The Silver Bullet.” My parents eventually let me drive their minivan, which I believe was a Chevrolet Venture, which went I proudly called “The Big Sexy Van.” Isn’t it weird to think that something as simple as your car can make so many memories? I recently blogged about this too, so I really enjoyed reading this post. Your blog is great!
Thanks for stopping by, Sam! I drove my parents’ Chevy Camaro in high school. I thought I was hot stuff. Sadly, no one else did!