Gave my minivan a snowhawk the other day and now the rest of the cars in the neighborhood, you know, want one!
I was cruising The Motherhood the other day and found an interesting article picked from the headlines by Emily (because, she's really smart like that) written by Nick Bunkley of the New York Times entitled, "Mocked as UnCool, The Minivan Rises Again," where he asks the question:
Could driving a minivan, the ultimate embodiment of the suburban family vehicle, ever be considered cool?
Didn't you hear? According to some car makers (rhymes with Schmoyota) we need a little swag-guh put back into our wagon-layden suburban driveways.
Me, I'd settle for a quick resurfacing, or a little less snow.
Whassup with all the labels…can't mom and dad just live and let drive…um…whatever the heck you want?
Everything ends up smelling like sour feet, anyway.
As a longtime 7-passenger vehicle enthusiast (i.e. co-owner of our kids' personal taxi service) I really never understood all the rage against the minivan.
Until, this morning.
"Holy crap!"
10 days post Snowmaggedon and the secondary roads here in Jersey are still cruddy (3 feet make for a lot of snow) to the point where you can't fit 2 minivans on the same street, at 1 time.
"Move over, you stupid Land Rover!"
So, I'm playing chicken with my neighbors getting kids to (and from) school.
"They're not stopping, Mommy!!!"
Aaaand I feel forced to pullover, once more, and make room for folks driving their flashier cars and not so much because I am passive aggressive like that.
[waves]
"You're welcome!"
You could say I'm also teaching my children that, no matter the situation, or the type of car you drive, you CAN be the bigger person, right?
"But, she didn't say thank you, Mommy?"
Then again, there is a reason why I chose Bertha (she's my car) in a lovely shade of suburban assault.
"That's okay, maybe next time…we won't be so nice!"
She'll have to try and pass me, after school.
[pats dashboard]
"Right, Bertha!"
Why, yes, I've always named my cars and, honestly, would you mess with a woman named Bertha?
[sound of crickets chirping]
Stay-at-home mom, my rear bumper!
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