Every time I turn my headlights on, my dashboard lights go out. There is a container with a slice of sourdough bread in it, which I’m certain has been there for one week and 2 days. Truth be told, I’m waiting excitedly to see what happens. There are old parking ramp tickets strewn about, and graham cracker crumbs. Not to get off topic, but if you haven’t read about Sylvester Graham, who was largely responsible for the graham cracker’s rise in popularity, please do so now. I used to really love graham crackers, and I still do, but Graham’s teachings make every bite feel like an exercise in self-guilt .
I have had this car for a few months now. Previously, I was the indifferent owner of a brand new 2016 Toyota Yaris. That ended when I hit a deer last December.
After one disinterested week of online car shopping, I picked, you guessed it, a white Toyota Yaris. I’m not sure what, if anything, it says about me that I picked out the exact same car in a different year. Probably nothing, but possibly that I could not care less about cars. In fact, I think the white Toyota Yaris is the official ‘I Could Not Care Less About Cars’ model.
My current Toyota Yaris features hail damage from a previous owner, and a chipped windshield courtesy of the owl I hit on my way home from work last winter. I am of the belief that dirt and grime protects paint from scratches and chips, so I have only washed my car once since buying it in February. There is a homely crust of bug carcasses covering the front bumper – memories of dozens of spring night drives.
I drive this car to work every day, and I can say with a smug smile that it runs adequately. It transports me from place to place, for the most part, without issue. I’m not entirely sure, but I think it gets 32 miles per gallon, which is not bad. When I pull into the parking ramp, fitting into any open space isn’t a worry, even if a big truck has parked slightly over my line.
In the back seat, there are rusty weight plates and an even more rusty barbell I got from my aunt months ago. There is a lunch bag that would be useful if I ever remembered to bring it inside. I have no plans to do so in the near future, although I do plan to often ponder all the healthy lunches that could be packed inside.
I will miss this car when it dies. Why? It is one step closer to the love of my life, who I foolishly traded for a newer model some years ago. To my 1997 Ford Escort, if you are still alive: I’m sorry. You were the most okay car I will ever have. I didn’t even like my new car, and this 2009 Toyota Yaris will always be second best. It is plain, but it could stand to be plainer. It is pockmarked with hail damage, but you were being consumed by rust. You were everything I never cared about in a car.
That said, my 2009 Toyota Yaris deserves credit – a solid 3 out of 5 beeps, for meeting my basic transportation needs.
Update: I bumped the dashboard light dimmer. There is nothing wrong with my car.