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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I paid 800$ for my first Corolla in 1996, in San Francisco. My ex-roommate (who was also acting in my short film<\/a>) 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Reliable and unsexy.<\/p>\n Oh well.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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… Continue reading You unsexy thang<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/344"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=344"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/344\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=344"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=344"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=344"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}