The much expected (yet slightly feared) change in lifestyle has started! This morning I took the subway. Three hours later, I was driving back home.
I have owned two cars in my life, including this new purchase, and both of them have been used Corollas. I didn’t specifically look for Corollas but they were both great deals, sold by people I knew, so I chose not to pass on the offers.
I paid 800$ for my first Corolla in 1996, in San Francisco. My ex-roommate (who was also acting in my short film) had decided to move to Florida so she was selling everything she owned. The car had a bit of rust which got much worse during my 3-year ownership. There was a big hole in the back, where the antenna used to be, and when it rained water accumulated in the trunk. Every time I braked, the car went « wooooshhhhh, wooooshhhhh ». It was very zen and oh so very Californian. I felt like I was driving a giant aquarium. Or a loud lava lamp.
The new Corolla I just got this morning is in much better shape, in and out. Blork and I have read reviews about that model and it’s a truly reliable, no-fuss car. Still, it remains fundamentally unsexy.
Reliable and unsexy.
Oh well.
Let’s not turn this into a comment about B. and I as people. Ok? It’s bad enough that I had to stop by Canadian Tire and buy myself one of those little-old-lady cushions, so that I can sit higher and get a better view when I drive.
And could it be destiny? On the same week I get an offer to write a new screenplay, which has to take place in the football milieu, I get a license plate that ends in these letters: NFL.
