|Rahul on The Green Monster|
Four years ago I bought my dream car. Ever since I was little and I would see the neighbor's yellow jeep whizzing down Thrall Road I loved Jeep Wranglers. And when I bought it I had just said goodbye to my very boring Ford Something-or-Other car. Does anyone else (besides my family) name their cars? I've had a "Chuckie", named after the Chuckie movies, because that car was a little possessed. Then of course I had the famous "Putt-putt". I bought that car for $100 from a friend and it was a 20 year old Audi that had no working air/radio/odometer/radiator. It made the putt-putt noise whenever I drove it. That boring Ford was named Bruce. I don't know why--it just seemed like a Bruce. (Sorry to Libby who's Bruce is nothing close to boring! If I'd known him then I would have name my car something else. Like Bob.)
When Bruce died I was in a bit of a pickle because my job at Aveda required me to drive to salons every day and I was suddenly renting cars and taking long bus rides to the Hamptons to do my job. I had a boss at the time who was, like, oh, How can I describe him? Totally incompetent. I tried to explain to him that when I had been hired, owning a car was not in my job description; over time I had inherited some accounts that I was able to take because I happened to have a car. I was trying to argue that Aveda couldn't force me to buy a car and instead should rent me a car twice a week. He didn't buy it. He told me to go buy a Jetta.
Instead, I decided to buy a car that would make me happy.
I named it The Green Monster. I was on a bit of a Red Sox kick at the time. (My nephew Jack, who was 3 at the time and is a premium member of the Red Sox Nation was a bit scared of my car because it was a "monster", but imagining the Green Monster running over Yankees in New York made him feel more comfortable around it.) The Green Monster really makes me happy. I LOVE driving it and my hearts swells every time I see it. I paid it off before I adopted Rahul and when times have been lean I've thought of selling it, but I could never bring myself to do it. And I was juuuuust saying 2 weeks ago that it has never given me a day of trouble.
Then it suddenly developed 5 separate and expensive problems, and it has spent the last week in the shop. The repairs cost a large chunk of dough, but thanks to Don Glo Auto (if you need a mechanic in NYC, I highly recommend them) it was a much smaller chunk of dough than the first place was going to charge me. When Rahul and I went to pick up TGM last night, I hugged the car when I saw it on the street and when I got in I scolded it and told it to never do that to me again. I was so busy last week and my business revolves completely around my car (I'm a mobile hairdresser). Sans car I was lugging about 30 pounds of hair stuff all over creation, and although I didn't miss one appointment I was late for about 75% of them. I was late coming home every night and I missed 3 church services. And I was pooped.
This morning I had to take Rahul to the doctor, and although the office is right in our neighborhood, we usually drive there. As we walked past the car, Rahul asked why we weren't driving. I told him I had learned the value of walking last week. And I told him he needed to train for a race he's running. But I realized that in actuality I had some unresolved feelings toward TGM that were making me reluctant to drive it. So this afternoon I took it for a spin and we made up. It runs so much better now.
And I know its really sorry for inconveniencing me.