Life's Grand Prix - Plenty of Cars on the Road

When the cute 1.8l car that you got as a graduation present or maybe your first vehicle purchase, has seen you through since the first time you got to use your driving licence without your instructor in the passenger’s seat; petrol hikes; and protected you from bossy taxi drivers while waiting for the robot to turn green, it may rip your heart out of your chest the day you have to leave it and walk away.

You will soon realize that it is in these cars that you have sang your lungs out to heartbreak songs and ABBA’s Dancing Queen. Memories of your ladies night out, has been your go-to emergency ward rope used Kleenex, are all stored in this little baby. 

This car has even taken you to your gyne for medical results and that life changing job interview. However you soon realize it the upholstery turns into interior nightmare and it jerks at every opportunity when you need to make an impression, spills oil and gets you a ticket every time you pass the metro police. 

As we grow, we soon learn that people who were not supposed to let us down probably will. Unfortunately for some of us, we will discover that you most treasured friends will be that car to you. You will only learn this the day you are really late for an important meeting on a rainy day and the car will just simply refuse to start. You can only imagine trying to call that very same person who betrays you to tell them about what they did to you! 

We all know, sadly, that it is not only those cute or savvy sport cars that will make you want to use a train and forget about cars for the rest of your life, but lo and behold ladies, we try hard to ignore the fact that sexy; muscular; mountain SUVs will make you feel even worse.

It is in these hard bodies (no pun intended) that we survive the worst accidents. We literally crash and burn but because of the body bags that pound on our chests and sides, we translate it as exactly that, “it saved my life” or “it protected me”! Next step, we go back to the very same vehicles (now scented with hair products that is foreign to us on the head rest of the passenger seat), and offer to help pay the dents when insurance refuses to pay for reckless driving…talk about self-inflicted pain. 

Why do we refuse to unfasten the seat belts and walk away from cars that cause us so much hurt? The human heart was not created to be taken on an advanced driving course; it is not a race car! What do we do now?

Taking the keys out of the ignition of your family car deems to be impossible. After all, we carry our families in caravans of emotional relationships. You will get punctures along the way and try to change the tire in your heels without ruining your manicure while everybody complains “are we there yet?”

Honestly, it is about time we got rid of garbage trucks and went for super sexy coupes with two seats, one for you and one for your dreams. If you have to give a lift to someone, do not be afraid to use the door when your insurance and your sanity cannot afford to cover for the next person!