~Wave wave~ Freefall -
Like you, I was beginning to doubt. But my res. no. is pretty high, and, several times I even thought of just giving it up. Then more and more cars got delivered, and the reports began pouring in, and then, in the middle of an extremely busy week, full of work stuff and family drama, I was offered my Orphan.
Every day since Feb 29, 2008, no matter what the weather, or what is going on, or not going on, I get in my little smart fortwo passion cab and it's like Dorothy stepping into Oz. Everything is in color.
In 44 years, no car has ever brought me such glee. Or brought smiles from perfect strangers, or such hopeful questions, and, I must admit, some admiration.
It just occurred to me, that cars, since the 60s, have melded into a kind of uni-design: BORING. Oh, some mavericks, sure. But. Our smart is a monumentally unique in design - it's flat out Cute. Not wimpy. Not fragile. Not sloppy. Not cheapo. Through and through, the engineer's handiwork. Actually, I used to draw the basic smartcar when I was little - and saw it's little shape often in Disney cartoons. Not that this is cartooney, no. The sublime use of technology embodied in our singular package - well, it's like dipping your toe into the spring of the future - with attitude.
Tonight, after my business was concluded at my clients' house, Mr. Client dashed across the street to bring his neighbors over for the promised introduction. A cold 'end of winter's' storm had arrived this evening, and it''s ~freezing~ out, so I turned on both seatheaters, cranked up the temp and fan, and gave rides with general Ambassador info. Being on a rural street, it was so fun to circle a few times at each end of the street, and hear the 'oohs' from the gals, and 'YEAHs' from the guys. Just *had* to slide the top back on the way, but the butts arrived home toasty.
Driving away, and for the very first time, because I've been so gentle and accommodating to the strange transmission, I surprised myself when I just punched it. WHOA! No wimpy, girly car here. I could see the lot of them in my mirror, waving.
Zipping home, through the winteryspring night, I fell in love all over again.
................................... ..........................Spring
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