428. Car Tawk: from nostalgia to shake, rattle, and roll. My life with cars.
I just sat down to the computer after finishing what seemed like a million chores and errands. I have a lot of work to do, a real lot— hours of manuscript review. So, while I procrastinate, because I really, I mean really can’t face sitting here for hours with this pile on my desk, my car came to mind.
This is just about the first anniversary of my car, which was a well researched and happily received milestone birthday present. Even if I know what I want, I belabor the issue and beat it until it is horse paté. It was time for a new car, to pass my ’99 Camry on to my son, and celebrate another decade of life with a new one.
I wanted a hybrid.
I got one. Another Toyota Camry. With bells, whistles, GPS, Bluetooth, great mileage, wild readouts and an engine that sounds like a “starship” according to my son.
I remember our first family car: a black Studebaker Lark. My father brought home the brochure and we ooh-ed and -ahhhh-ed. It was 1959 and we were getting our first car. It had a red vinyl interior, and my father was heavy on the horn as he went around the curves on the East river Drive from Brooklyn to Manhattan.
A few years later, I was making out in the front seat with Larry Liebowitz (stick shift between us) in his used VW beetle; my mother walked by, was appalled by my behavior; she glared: “get out of that car immediately!”
Then there was my boyfriend, and future husband, Steve and his car obsessions. He liked car racing, and used to go to the track regularly and bring home trophies.
(What was I thinking??)
He began with a 1961 Buick LeSabre convertible. (It once did a 180° spin-out on that same East River Drive, in the rain). I loved it because it was classy and elegant.
He sold that (was I ever furious) while we were married, and bought a ’55 Chevy for racing. (Again, what was I thinking?)
Then there was the Honda mortorcycle.
Eventually we moved up to real class: a new 1969 Grand Prix in bronze. Over $5,000. I had just graduated from college and for a brief time was in the cosmetics business and making quick bucks; it was a business based on a pyramiding scheme, I later found out. But it got us the car and made us looks “successful.” (All this is another story.)
Those were the days of the V-8 (no wonder they named a juice after that engine). Future V-6’s felt like a step down.
When Steve died in 1975, I sold the car and was glad to be rid of the burden of maintaining it. The burden of Steve is still another story, and fodder for many of my poems.
During my second marriage we had purchased Uncle Milton’s Dodge Aspen.
It was doing fine but was lifted out of it’s parking spot from in front of our building during an ice storm, either by a tow truck or alien space craft. It was probably sent by ship on a permanent vacation to somewhere in South America.
This time we bought a used leased car, a 1980 Buick Century. It died at about 55,000 miles.
Seeing that we didn’t have much luck with American cars and we decided to give Toyota a try and have been hooked on the Camry.
The ’89 Camry was our first new car. We needed a second car and got the ’91 Camry.
As the years passed, we replaced the ’89 with a ’99…
Getting back to my ’09 hybrid, it was a purchase made after much thought and research. I had wanted a hybrid for a long time; it costs more and though you save on gas, you really don’t come out all that much ahead, but I wanted it as my “statement” car; if I could help the earth by diminishing my carbon footprint, why not?
Now we get to the realities of car ownership. Love at first sight! You get the car. And then this happens: you worry about the dings, then you get a ding. Remember the girl who bonked me in the back and chipped the paint on my bumper? (I still maintain she was texting–we were waiting for the light).
You start hearing noises: what’s that rattle coming from the right side? You get dinged again–actually worse, by a spouse who misjudged the angle and drove your car into your son’s car while turning into the driveway. The newness and perfection wane. You pretend not to see this and that. And, was that a jiggle, rattle, rolling, clunking, thunking? If something thunks does it mean it can think? You start thinking the worse. What if it’s the manifoldwatchamathingy? How much will it cost to fix? I only have it a year!!
Today I brought my car in for its first general maintenance and inspection. “By the way,” I said, after you do the oil and the filter, could you check on that noise on the right side? If someone is sitting in the passenger side I don’t hear it, but if not, there is a rattle.” Maybe the seat belt is clunking on something. Maybe it was the “Easy Pass” jiggling in its holder. Perhaps it was something in the glove compartment. But, no matter how much I rationalize, I hear something. And if you ever read Ludwig Bememlman’s “Madeleine” books, you know what I mean when I say, “Miss Clavel turned on the light and said, ‘Sometheeeeng eeees not right.”
I went to pick up my car. There is was the car’s first bill. First inpsection. “And by the way,” I was told, “here’s something I printed out from Toyota about a known issue of a rattle. The 2009 is included in the years. Bring it to Toyota.”
Now it starts.
I called Toyota. They didn’t know what I was talking about. “Come in, I can’t diagnose on the phone.” So now I have an appointment to sit at the dealer for hours on Friday.
The last time I was there, my engine light went on and that was alarming enough. But it was nothing more than the gas cap not being on tightly enough. Another time a light went on to indicate something with a tire. My husband told me to ignore it. The next day I had a flat.
As things get more and more technological, the problems get more complex. Or sometimes there isn’t even a problem, it’s just that the newfangled stuff is so hypersensitive, it can tell you three weeks before your tire loses pressure.
I am tempted to have my car fixed and buffed back to its first day off the lot condition. There is nothing like the feel of that untouched, un-dinged car perfection. It’s a high like the beginning of a relationship, the feeling after the wedding. You look at each other and it’s love and love. Nothing can mar the moment. And then you notice your wife rattles when she sleeps and your husband thunks when he eats.
The honeymoon is over.
But my Camry Hybrid still smells new. That’s what keeps the fantasy going. Get in the car and smell eau de new.
(Why can’t cars smell new forever?)
I’ll keep you posted on the shake, rattle and roll.
PS- from the New York Times: hybrids are so silent that you don’t know your car is running at times, unless the motor kicks in. Here’s an article on an artificial noise that hybrids will be required to make so us hybrid owners don’t cause a threat to mankind!.
Hybrid Cars May Include fake Vroom.
This is too much–I might be able to get my very own car ring tone.
I’m going to have my car sound emulate a woman in a Brooklyn accent:
“Comin’ through, move it, already!!”
wrenomatic wrote on Oct 14, ’09
My dad always says that when you buy something new, like a car, take a hammer and make that first dent yourself. I distinctly remember when my husband bought his new, used red truck. Day three – a kid ran into it with a skateboard. *L*
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Oct 14, ’09
I just posted a link to a NY TImes article on how hybrids will be required to make noise!! Yeah, we creep up on you in eerie silence! 😀
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rosiefielding2 wrote on Oct 14, ’09
Cars, lol, you had a few i see, love the VW, great car rides sound forever lol great post thanks for sharing Rosiex
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sharons7th wrote on Oct 15, ’09
I had a 64 Chevy Corvair as my first getaway vehicle, and then an Ambassador station wagon, and then a Datsun 210, that morphed into a Jeep Cherokee and next a Chevy Suburban (needed to fit four kids!). As the kids grew, and the numbers decreased, I had a turbo Acclaim and then a Dodge Intrepid (first car *I* picked for *me*), then a convertible Solara (just to see if I’d like one) and finally, my Altima Coupe.
The Coupe, I love, but it leaked through the roof and into the headliner and twice now, I’ve had to haul it in to have it replaced. I think the last time they simply *told* me it was replaced, because it kinda smells funny when the air runs now. Sigh… I know what you mean about taking the car in for a buff and a shine… my Altima is 2 and that’s exactly what I wanted to do this year for my birthday.. but this came up.. and then that… and so…you know how it goes. |
sharons7th wrote on Oct 15, ’09
I loved my Corvair. I had to repair my Corvair, for a very short distance mind you, with a pair of pantyhose in place of the serpentine belt and some paper clips to hold down the dual carburetor covers. Ha! Try *that* now!!
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Oct 16, ’09
I remember that pantyhose made a great emergency repair kit, for got where I read that. Try that now is right!
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Oct 16, ’09
I just came back from the dealer and of course they/I couldn’t duplicate the sound. The car knew it was under pressure to behave. Every now and then I get that strange rattle and rolling. Looks like car tawk brought back a lot of memories.
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spoiledkitty29 wrote on Oct 16, ’09
Lol, my first vehicle was a ’91 isuzu pick up 🙂
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billatplay wrote on Oct 17, ’09
New car smell? You can buy it in a can. Once had a row with my boss over it. Story en route
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Oct 17, ’09
Nah, tried that yeas ago, smelled anything but new. 🙂
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madisonpooface wrote on Oct 18, ’09
I got my car two days after 9/11. It is now old and beat up but I have a great mechanic who takes very good care of it. I don’t want to ever have car payments again. It is a red Chevie Cavalieer. 4 cylinder so it’s good on gas. No bells and whistles, just like I lie it, not even electric windows. I thought recently about getting it detailed, $300 to get it some where near new. I think I’ll just get it washed. Loved your car story.
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