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A Girl and Her Malibu

It's true: I now drive a North American car. Dammit. I would have sworn I'd never own a Chevy.

And yet, here we are. I am in the process of purchasing my grandparents' 2000 Chevy Malibu, and selling my beloved Sentra (ever known as Siro). Really, it's the only smart decision to make -- this car is newer, faster, more powerful, and has important things that Siro lacked such as airbags and anti-lock brakes. Luxuries too -- let me revel in the joy of automatic door locks, automatic windows, the daylight sensors for the headlamps. It is also somewhat bigger -- a bit awkward for me, small-car lover that I am, and perhaps not the easiest for downtown driving, but the next time I need to load up some luggage (say to haul everyone away for a Writers' Retreat Weekend) there'll be no problem fitting everything in the trunk. Also, as it's my grandparents' car, it's also a truly awesome deal, the likes of which I will not see again.

Still, smart move or not, a wee emotional part of me wants to run wailing back to my trusty Siro. How can I leave her for this car whose name I don't even know?! (And yes, newcomers, I name my cars. Always have, always will.) I'm used to knowing how fast I'm going by the sound of the wind rushing by. I know Siro's every shift and shudder, the vibration of her engine; I know through the feeling of my feet on the pedals and my hands on the wheel when she's running normally and when she's ailing. With this car, everything is a surprise; I am constantly taken aback by the strange feeling of the GM brake pedal, the car's high stance, the slight vagueness in the steering when one's driving at 120 km/h down the 427.

But, also: new car! It is shiny and fast. And I will learn this car's name, and we will go adventuring this summer, new car and I, and I have faith that I will one day be a girl who loves her Chevy Malibu.


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Apr. 6th, 2008 04:41 am (UTC)
Name it Stacy. *g*
Apr. 6th, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
No lie, that's the name of my Malibu!
Apr. 6th, 2008 05:09 am (UTC)
Well, it's a bad enough joke that people totally had to get to it before me. :D
Apr. 7th, 2008 12:53 pm (UTC)
Heh. Well, you'd be surprised how many people *don't* get it. I'm always like, "How did you avoid getting The Simpsons beamed into your brain?"
Apr. 7th, 2008 04:21 pm (UTC)
I used to have this theory in high school that without The Simpsons we would actually be in danger of saying things with content to each other.

I didn't actually consider this a bad thing then, but. *g*
Apr. 7th, 2008 01:07 pm (UTC)
Hee!! Oh, that'd be fabulous!
Apr. 6th, 2008 04:58 am (UTC)
I've had a long learning-to-love curve with my Malibu. I've had it, uhm... two years? now. I love her, but I'm not IN love with her. Sad.
Apr. 7th, 2008 01:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, sad indeed. What is it that keeps you from really being in love with the car?

I think part of what's throwing me for a loop is that I went looking for my previous two cars, and only made my buying decision when I found a particular car that felt like it was *mine*. (And with Siro the feeling wasn't as strong as with Wren, but she was still my car, even if we took a while to get used to each other.) This decision had to be made entirely on ... common sense. How foreign. ;)
Apr. 6th, 2008 03:27 pm (UTC)
You will learn the name soon. And hooray for trunk space! :-)
Apr. 7th, 2008 01:06 pm (UTC)
Hopefully. We're still debating gender. (Likely male, much as my mother disagrees.)

And you'll love the trunk space. Room enough for luggage *and* groceries! *g*
Apr. 7th, 2008 04:19 pm (UTC)
Can't wait to meet him/her and take a trip. :-)
Apr. 8th, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)
If it's male, you should just call it KITT. You know you want to...

Dave Nickle
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