Did you know I drive a muscle car?
Ok...not really. I mean...I AM currently driving one...but it is a rental.
You see, about a month ago, I was leaving the parking lot from my pre-natal massage appointment all relaxed and mellow and zen and ran right into another car. The damage wasn't too bad...I was going to a total of 2.5 MPH and the other car was parked, but still. Ouch.
Oh yeah...I am sooooo cool.
Since we had a little bit of time before the baby's due date, we decided it was a good idea to get the car fixed. So now, I have been the proud driver of a 2010 Silver Dodge Charger for the past two weeks. I have a few things to say.
I hate this car.
It was the biggest one available in my insurance company's this-is-what-we'll-cover-daily-rental-allotment, so I chose it over a dinky looking Chevy. But yeah...I hate this car.
The car is annoying for a bazillion reasons; it guzzles gas; the transmission is whacked; getting my 33 lb two year old into the carseat in the back through the 4" of space left between the seat and the car and NOT pulling a major muscle or going into labor is next to impossible.
But, my biggest grievance is that the windshield is ridiculously small. As in, I ride with the seat all the way back because I have crazy-long legs and the roof of the car comes so far forward that in order to see a traffic light while stopped in front of it I need to lean all the way forward and look up. Which would would be annoying if I wasn't pregnant, but is downright impossible at the moment.
The car is so oppressively confining that even Little G got in it for the first time and said excitedly, "We're in a tunnel!!"
My friend pointed out to me that I probably wouldn't have as much of an issue seeing the traffic lights if I drove the car in the proper muscle-car seat alignment...i.e. if I had the back of the seat reclined and drove with one hand like a low rider.
And I actually see her point as I have witnessed a few people driving their Dodge Chargers in such a manner. The problem is, and I hate to be a stickler on this, I would never. get. out. Like...never. As in, I would birth my child in the car just so I could get up.
However, it is sexy. And really, what could be better for my self esteem than crawling out of a muscle car 38 weeks pregnant with my hands on my back and my ass in the air.