This car is my first 4-door – the other two I owned were 2-doors. It’s definitely more compact on the inside, with not a lot of room between me and the steering wheel. I was bumping my knees on the steering column until I adjusted both the height of the seat and setting it back just a bit.
And then there’s the parking. I always back in to parking spaces, as opposed to driving in to them, and the higher back end is throwing me off. No, I haven’t hit anyone parking in the past and I have no intention to now.
Today’s drive made me think back to my last car. When I took it for a test drive, we melded. Everything fit me like it was built for me. It was so comfortable. I never realized how comfortable I’d gotten in the old girl until I got this one. And this one, well, this one’s different, we’re different and we’re feeling each other out.
We each have an attitude: My car is a three-piece suit with a dry martini; I’m jeans and a T-shirt with a scotch.
Eventually, I’ll refer to it as a he or she and maybe even give it a name, but that might be a while into our relationship. We need to get to know each other better first.