Just when I needed a bit of excitement in my life, one odd incident turned my world into one, big happy adventure that still makes me smile..
Let me start at the beginning. When I was born
Does this car make me look like a giant?
Several months ago, I gave up my stall in the garage to our oldest son. He likes to drive to school every day and I spoiled him by giving up my space in the heated garage so he wouldn't have to worry about the elements of weather.
Throughout the winter and into this spring, my car has had her spot in the yard, right by the house. Thankfully, the winter was super-mild, and I didn't have to clean snow off her roof too often. We do have a three stall garage, but during the winter, Steve's semi gets the largest stall, his pickup gets another stall and Joey and I share the third stall.
Russell's car isn't worthy of any space in the garage. It's a 17-year-old beast.
Several weeks ago, my car was sitting in her rightful place - first spot by the sidewalk leading to the front door of the house.
A friend happened by the farm and stopped for a visit. According to her, she pulled in behind my car because she wanted to leave room for Russell's car, just in case he needed to get somewhere fast.
She was thinking ahead!
Unfortunately, I was the one that had to get somewhere, so I left her and Steve chatting at the kitchen table about Holstein bulls and whatnot.
I jumped into my car, put it into reverse and never looked back. It's just not something a person thinks about when you live on a farm with wide open spaces.
Oh, I know. I should know better. I have backed many cars into many objects. My brother-in-law's Dodge Durango suffered a dented driver's side door when I backed our skid loader into it. Again, we were out in the wide open spaces in the field south of our barn.
I have backed into our four-wheeler with my car, but neither vehicle suffered damage. Steve mangled our four-wheeler by backing into it another time.
At the point, when I hit the acquaintance's van, I decided that I no longer am using reverse in my car. If I could, I would delete it. Our yard is large enough that I can create my own mini cul-de-sac in front of my house and call it Hoffman Circle.
Well, the damage to my car called for a visit to the body shop, where I made it known that I would need a replacement car. Steve is gone for two days to meetings and god forbid the kids would have to do a bit of extra carpooling this week.
To my chagrin, I was given a Smart car to use from New Ulm Body Shop.
I have never driven a cracker box, but let me tell you, it's a blast! I love this little car. From my upstairs office window, it looks like a matchbox car. Next to semi driving south on Broadway it looks like a hamburger container from a fast-food joint.
This little blue box of a car is almost the same size as our Great Dane Lilly, she can see perfectly well into the window. Bob, the Chocolate Lab, wanted to go for a ride, and I doubt she is going to fit in the back. Just for giggles, we may have to try it.
Heck, Joey, Russell and I may all have to try to fit in the car. There really is a boat load of room for two passengers; it's the third person that will have to scrunch into a space the size of a 29-gallon fish tank. We may have to use our Bearded Dragon Roger's abode for a practice run.
To be honest, this little Smart car is a lot easier to get in and out of than my Malibu. It sits just that much higher off the ground that my knees don't creak and crunch when I step out of the car.
Steve looked for the motor under the hood, but was unable to locate it. Well, we could see portions of what we assumed was the motor, just because we know it had to be there somewhere.
It's been a blast to drive this little thing around. If I didn't live six miles out of town, I would have to consider the purchase of a Smart Car for short runs in town. I can make very sharp illegal u-turns and parallel parking was an absolute breeze.
So, if you are looking to add a little excitement to your day, may I suggest backing your vehicle into an acquaintance's car and taking it to New Ulm Body Shop for repairs?
Then again, I may not give this little buzzer back.
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