If this defines me, I’m in trouble

Or so I thought.

Today’s post is about cars.

HEY!!! DON’T GO AWAY JUST YET! I get it: I am NOT. AT. ALL. a car person either.

I’m a “drive it to the store and see if I can cram four ten-foot boards in it” kind of person.

Beyond that, I don’t care; as long as it gets me to where I’m going. So if a car is a reflection of the person, this is what I thought we’d be looking at:

Fortunately, it turns out that’s not me at all, according to this quiz: What Your Car Says About You . (If you take the quiz, you’re invited to share your results below.)

As it happens, I can officially lay claim to being “safe and practical.”

Wow. How alluring.

I guess my automotive pedigree is very well established.

As a kid, I felt like we were rich when my parents acquired a second car: a very used Ford Falcon, I used to think it was a Ford “Bessie,” because every time my mom would put the key in the igntion, she would implore, “Come on, Bessie.” Bessie didn’t always respond to sweet talk, but I still appreciated her unique features. As the youngest of three, I sat behind my mom in the back seat and thought it was cool to lift the piece of wood on the floor that separated my feet from the whoosh of moving pavement below. Yikes.

My first car was VERY safe and practical. After hearing that I had to take two busses to my college classes, my uncle gave me his Plymouth Fury Gran Coupe as a starter car.

That sounds like a hot number, doesn’t it?

The Fury was a block long. had flip up headlights

and a paisley vinyl roof.

However, like my unicycle, it was not a popularity magnet for me. I mean, I guess it COULD have been:

But I wanted to write for a living instead.

It wasn’t the easiest car to parallel park, let me tell you. But It got me through four years of college commuting, and–as it aged–I relished being that girl who knew how to start her car with a butterknife. Even back then, I had the skills that thrill.

Eventually, when starting my car with a butterknife lost it’s cool (like, almost daily in the parking lot of my first real job as a technical writer), I took the four-year payment plunge into a dark red 1984 Buick Skyhawk.

A few years after that came a wedding, some kiddos, mini-vans and eventually SUVs..

We drive our cars until their last mile, and with the current supply-chain issues, are making do with what we have until we can choose what we want. (Not that there’s a huge amount of choices. Is it me, or does every car look the same?) Currently, I am driving my late MIL’s 2004 Honda Accord.

Driving the vintage Honda has been a little reminiscent of the Fury days, since I have to carry (and frequently use) essential equipment like a jump starter pack and a tire inflator. Every day is a surprise with the MILmobile.

Let’s just say the butterknife was a lot more fun and–for now–I don’t offer to drive any friends I’d like to keep.

SPEAKING OF friends… this post is part of the “Where Bloggers Live” series (which, in December, I rudely ducked out of at the last minute due to technical incompetence…sorry). But my steady Eddie friends are waiting to share their auto adventures with you, so please visit:

Daenel at Living Outside the Stacks
Bettye at Fashion Schlub
Em at Dust and Doghair
Leslie at Once Upon a Time & Happily Ever After 
Iris at Iris’ Original Ramblings
Jodie at Jodie’s Touch of Style

Welcome to the monthly edition of Where Bloggers Live. It’s kind of like HGTV’s “Celebrities at Home,” but…Bloggers! Who doesn’t like to peek behind the scenes and see inside people’s homes? Over the next few months, a group of six bloggers will be sharing their workspaces, their homes, towns and more!

Make sure you visit everyone to see where the magic happens!