A mini-van. I swore I’d never, ever drive one.
Be careful what you swear you will never do. (Wonder how many times I’ll have to learn *that* lesson before it sinks in?)
I LOVED my Xterra. Sure it was tall and everyone joked about me needed a rope ladder to climb in. Height is not a blessing that I can count. But it was fun to drive and none of my friends or family had anything similar.
It was a wee bit tight with the two older kids, B and K, before H came along. It was tighter still when Chelsea the Portuguese Water Dog joined our family, or when we were car pooling for dance.
It was an absolute sardine can when we went camping and had tent, food, rooftop bubble, canoe and bicycles plus four people in it.
I loved the stick shift (yes it *is* way more fun to drive than an automatic), and putting it into four wheel drive meant I wasn’t sliding around unploughed corners in winter.
But then we were expecting our third child, H. And we had The Talk. It was so awkward, because neither of us thought we’d ever have to say the words “Time to drive a mini-van”.
We were about halfway through the pregnancy when the decision was made for us when an idiot driving behind me hadn’t noticed that traffic was completely stopped. She hit me doing about 60 km/hr. After much freaking out (did I mention that I was pregnant?!) and a circus at the hospital, H and I were pronounced fine. Whew! The Xterra actually sustained much less damage than we had expected due to it’s rigid frame and steel bumper. But, neither of us felt comfortable with our family in it anymore.
So, the next week I found myself test driving a van. A few days after that, we picked it up. And you know what? It drives beautifully, everyone fits comfortably, and the sound system is miles ahead of the old one, plus I have hands-free cell and GPS. So, I can’t complain. I certainly fit in at the school yard and at the dance studio.
Though if you see me staring at your Xterra at a stop light, I’m not staring at you, I’m just remembering the most fun vehicle I’ve ever owned.