The car dilemma

So, growing up my Dad had a very strict philosophy on cars: new cars are a giant waste of money. The minute you drive away in a new car it loses a ton of value. While I understand his point to some extent, growing up without a reliable car was frustrating at times. This brings me to another subject: My Dad. I don't want to sound ungrateful to him in this post. He is very special to me and I love all his quirks and his refusal to let anything go to waste.

Among our lovely automobiles were:

The AstroTurf: A Ford Aerostar van. The name AstroTurf was born when my Dad couldn't quite remember what it was called...."the astroturf...aerojet....turbostar....!"  It was initially missing an entire row of seats but somehow my Dad found a row of seats that was compatible with the van and installed it. We drove it all the way to Georgia for a wedding with no problems, but soon after it would only start about 50% of the time. This was long before cell phones, so we always made sure we had a few quarters in case we needed to call my Dad from a payphone to come pick us up. My Dad finally got rid of it after which we got a corolla wagon. Such a boring car, but reliable, and that was important. We had that car for a very long time and I think fondly of driving it back and forth to high school with my sister.

Craptaculus: A Ford Taurus in a lovely bright periwinkle blue color. My sister J liked to call it "ghetto-fabulous," and it truly was! My other sister A drove this one back and forth from college too.

Sputter: My favorite car ever! A ford escort hatchback. No air conditioning, no power steering, no CD player...BUT it was my first car and it got me back and forth from college so many times. The name Sputter was bequeathed by my good friend Sarah and it really stuck. Notably, Sputter came from a coworker of my Dad's who simply didn't want it anyone. I don't think my Dad paid anything for it.


After Sputter's best days were behind it, I got:

Neptune! A honda accord station wagon in "midnight blue." This was a great car I drove and drove and drove. It is still at my parents' house and now needs engine work, but I drove it until it had at least 225,000 miles on it.

So a few years ago after my attempts to find a reliable used car failed, I finally bit the bullet and bought a brand new 2010 Honda CR-V. I've been paying it off, slowly but surely, and I can honestly say that there is not a single day I regret buying this car. Especially with our new baby, it makes a big difference to drive a car that I feel really safe in. I named the car Sammie but I don't really car her that.

So for awhile my husband and I both had reliable vehicles, but sadly, Jeremy's van (which I dubbed Vanna, though he never names his cars) is having major transmission problems. This isn't the best time for us to get a new car since I just returned from maternity leave a few weeks ago, but then again, I really want my husband to have a car he feels safe driving our daughter in. So, what to do? Jeremy's van is really only worth about $1,000, and to fix the transmission would probably cost at least that much. Then again, adding another monthly payment to our budget wouldn't be so good either.

I wonder why sometimes we get attached to vehicles. Is it a metaphor for life? Is there something about our cars that sticks with us because they get us where we need to go in more ways than one?