I used to drive a Toyota Corolla, 5-speed, manual transmission car. I loved her. I called her Midge. She was quick and nimble and had lots of power with the manual transmission. She was comfortable and dependable and even The Viking liked driving her.
The thing with Midge was that she was a small car. She wasn’t intimidating; bigger vehicles and pretentious Hondas always bullied her on the roads. And if you don’t believe me about Hondas……just start noticing the vehicles that are responsible for slowing traffic, cutting you off, failing to merge properly. Trust me on this – 75% of the time it’s a Honda. Mim and I have conducted numerous experiments and the evidence is overwhelming. You’re stuck in traffic? Chances are a Honda is to blame.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Midge got bullied a lot on the roads. So, when the occasion arose that I needed to take The Viking’s vehicle I was always just a little excited. Because The Viking’s vehicle, Tina Turner, is a behemoth – a one-ton, dual axle, diesel Chevy truck. She is a brute – a completely obnoxious brute and I must admit that sometimes I become a Harpy with a bad attitude when I drive her.
It’s not my fault really. Any reasonable person with that kind of power under her seat will put the pedal to the floor when a Honda cuts her off in traffic. Or when a slow Honda is driving in the fast lane. Or when a Honda passes her and then slows down just to fuck with her. It’s completely natural that given the chance to be obnoxious to that Honda she’s going to do it.
But things have changed around here. I have a RAV 4 now with all the bells and whistles available. I don’t get bullied on the road and I’ve become accustomed to the high level of convenience and comfort that Charlotte provides.
Yesterday, The Viking put Tina Turner in front of Charlotte in the driveway so I decided I would just take her to the store and then park her properly when I came home.
I immediately got annoyed, before I even made it into Tina Turner. I actually had to unlock the truck by remote control! That the hell?! I couldn’t stuff the keys into my pocket and just touch the door handle the way I do with Charlotte. I would have to deal with keys! And once I made it over that hurdle, there was more to come.
Something happens to The Viking’s legs when he drives Tina Turner – they become very, very short! I get in to drive and suddenly my knees are up in my arm pits but it’s not worth the bother to change all the settings in the seat just for a quick run to the grocery store.
Tina wouldn’t just automatically play my music from my phone either! She wanted me to plug it in to her USB port. Well, that’s a pain in the ass! Charlotte has Bluetooth and she knows what I like. Instead, I was subjected to Classic Rock Radio when I really wanted to listen to my favorite Classical music. That is a major problem!
Also, the turning radius – it takes Tina half a city block to turn around. I had to shuffle 3 times to get her into the parking spot and then her ass hung 4 feet further out than any other vehicle in the parking lot.
And to add insult to injury, there wasn’t a single Honda between our house, the grocery store and back home again. So, the one thing I really enjoy about Tina Turner was useless for lack of opportunity. That’s like meeting the real Tina Turner and she isn’t wearing sequins, jiggling her ass or singing Proud Mary. What’s the point then?
I know what you’re thinking. First World problems, right? Well, I agree. But I would argue that once you’ve grown accustomed to a new technology, it’s a bastard to suddenly go without.
My electric can opener stopped working and because I had never really liked it in the first place (it wouldn’t stop when I wanted it to stop so it always ended in a wrestling match), I just bought a good, old manual can opener. Now, I have to stop half way through and shake feeling back into my hand before I can get the whole top off the can. And when it comes to big cans like coffin tins, well, that is a job for The Viking.
I bought one of those long shoe horns from IKEA and after three years of faithful service, it broke, leaving only about 8 inches. What a clusterfuck that was! Suddenly I had to bend over and put this shitty little thing in my shoe to get it on my foot! I have big boobs and leaning over like that can end in a catastrophic tumble. I went directly to IKEA and bought six more long ones because short ones are so 1900s and I deserve a better shoe horn than that.
At the end of the day, technology has ruined my love of Tina Turner. Unless there’s a Honda around somewhere – then she’s my girl.
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