For the last year I've been driving a car that defies all stereotypes for a person like me. A mom, middle aged, relatively boring.
I drive a Subaru WRX. Yep, that's the car that 18-24 year old boys all lust after. Speedy, manual shift, quick, compact. I have no business in such a car! But here I am, driving it daily.
Each time I go to a Jiffy Lube or similar business to get my car's oil changed, the 19 year old male employees go nuts. "Wow, is this your car?" they'll ask, with a confused look on their face. "Yes," I'll respond, sheepishly. "THIS IS MY DREAM CAR!" They will undoubtedly exclaim every single time. "DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THIS CAR?"
Truth is, I didn't like the car at all, mostly because I'm a spoiled brat and somewhat because having a manual transmission car seems incredibly useless to me (if a car can shift itself, why would I want to go through the effort myself?); but also because I'm a 97 year old woman with sciatica trapped in a 38 year old woman's body. Getting in and out of it is hard because it's low to the ground, and pushing the super-hard-to-push clutch down to shift is kinda painful.
However, I'm proud to say that I have embraced the car as my destiny, and I have finally discovered deep down that I have a natural, carnal need for speed. That car is freaking fun and FAST. So, while I am a suburban mom, I no longer have any hesistation to put on my mom jeans, throw my kids and dog in the car, and bolt to the grocery store, Fast and the Furious style.
Don't you wish you drove my whip?
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