Lulu needs a new car, y’all. Case in point:
If you know me, I’m quite sure that you are deathly ill of hearing me talk about the old girl. Slowly, but surely, she is falling apart—one small piece at a time. Since 2001, I have been driving a 1998 Buick Century, which we gratefully inherited from GR’s aunt. I was 31 years old at the time I started driving it—way too young to be driving such a grandmotherly car.
At the time we took possession of the car, I was driving a newly purchased 2000 Honda Accord that I cherished, adored, and swooned over. Because we didn’t really have a need to keep both cars, our options were to either sell the Buick (which only had 19K miles at the time…practically new!), go on a fabulous vacation, and continue making payments on the Honda, or sell the Honda, take a minor hit on the balance, and be car payment free. Obviously, we chose to sell the cherished, adored, and swooned over one. And then I cried and started sprouting grey hairs. My carefree days of cruising down the road with the sunroof open and stereo blasting were over. At the age of 31, Lulu turned very old, very quickly. I even started listening to AM radio, which I have found that I am quite fond of.
Fast forward almost 10 years, and the Buick is still running strong. Granted, there have been minor issues along the way (not including the increase of Lulu’s grey hairs)…
- There are no longer cup holders in the car. They were flimsy, flip-over holders to begin with, and they have all been broken off. Therefore, I have cola and coffee stains all over the floor carpet.
- Windshield wipers fly off randomly. Usually when it rains.
- Hubcaps fly off randomly. I have replaced all four hubcaps at one time or another. Hence, the car has been dubbed the Ghetto Granny Mobile. Yesterday, I had the brake pads and rotors replaced, and the technician was unsure if he could put the hubcaps back on due to the disintegrating plastic screws that hold them on to the wheel. I lost one today, as you might have noticed in the picture above.
- My heater no longer works. Thank goodness for warmer weather.
- The back driver-side window motor no longer works, causing the window to continuously slip down slightly. At one point, GR duct-taped the window so it would stay up, but he duct-taped it on the outside of the window—adding to the appeal of the ghetto-ness of it all. I made him remove the tape. I’ve actually replaced the front window motor myself with instructions found on the internet, but Lulu has been too lazy to fix the back one…plus do I really want to spend $100 for the part? I think not. I have my eye on a bottle of Chanel Chance.
- One of the buttons on the thermostat control has broken off due to my continued adjusting of the temperature. One minute Lulu is hot, one minute she is cold. A sunroof could quite possibly remedy that situation.
- At one point, there was a leak causing water to flood my passenger-side floorboard when it rained. I’m surprised that there’s not a hole rusted into the bottom of the car—similar to a sunroof but without the benefits.
See? Minor issues, right? I am currently 2K miles away from hitting the 200K mark. That, y’all, is an accomplishment. And now, I am contemplating the idea of putting the old girl out to pasture. I turn 40 this year, and I have sworn that I will not go into my middle-ish-age years driving an old woman car. Isn’t it about time for my mid-life crises to hit? Shouldn’t I be driving this…
Sigh. Actually, it will most likely be this…
At least it has hubcaps.