My husband and I drive a 2005, two-doored, GMC Jimmy.
We bought this used car because it had a trailer hitcher and 4-wheel drive, anticipating our move, “way up north.”
I have to say that this is one of the most frustrating and uncomfortable vehicles that I’ve ever been in, especially when I’m the passenger in the front seat and there is no room for my legs and/or when I’m trying to dump my body into the back seat, trying to squeeze through the front passenger door. (not designed for anyone over the age of ten to attempt) This summer has been particularly lovely since the air conditioning is no longer cooperating. My husband keeps an electric pump in the trunk because about once a week, three of the four tires lose air pressure. On the plus side, this vehicle will go through deeper snow than SUVs (maybe once a year) and it can pull our boat out of the water.
Our plan is to drive this vehicle into its grave.
Last week, I was driving a young boy home from a tutoring session in the Jimmy.
He was hot and started looking for the power windows.
We don’t have power windows.
“How do you open the window?”
“Just roll it down.”
“With the crank.”
He just stared at me.
“Diane, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I have to admit that I felt a tinge of impatience but then it suddenly hit me – he had absolutely no idea how to use a window crank.
What a sobering moment for me.
I pointed to the crank and he cautiously grabbed onto it. He began to open the window, exclaiming, “This is so cool!”
He played with the crank all the way home.
This boy had never experienced a roll down window. He was looking for a button, not a crank.
I guess it’s not that surprising, considering he was only eight years old. What’s surprising is the fact that I hadn’t realized how much has changed throughout the span of my life.
Kinda’ stopped me in my tracks.
I’m definitely getting older.
Can you remember a moment when this reality really hit you?