After 7.5 months of driving our beloved Subaru WRX every day, with the newest edition to our family nestled in the back seat, I'm ready to change it up a bit and get back behind the wheel of the latest automotive models on the market. Time to get back in the cubicle and back out on the road while my husband plays Mr. Mom for the remainder of the year (I still can't believe he agreed to this).
Over the past few months I've come to realize this: Never wear white when you have a newborn, and I don't think I could ever quit my job.
Here's the thing; not only am I fairly passionate about my work, but I also enjoy the novelty of driving a new vehicle every week. A lot of people I know (mostly older family members) balk at the idea of getting behind the wheel of a brand new vehicle every seven days. The thought of learning where buttons and knobs are, friction points and vehicle size throw them off. They'd rather settle into one car and not have to worry about learning all the ins and outs over and over again.
But I love it.
I love the unknown of a new car. Discovering the car's quirks (good and bad); getting a feel for a new clutch, gear ratios and acceleration; I revel in it. I welcome the frustrations, the elation and the letdowns. It's all part and parcel when it comes to testing. Which is why I could never stop doing what I do. This was made painfully clear to me while I was on maternity leave. While I loved every moment at home with my son, I also painfully wanted to be out trying new cars.
Don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier with my WRX. Actually, I could be happier (if it had more room in the back seat for a baby and a larger trunk), but that's a subject for another blog. The Rex has been a fantastic car, and I was glad to have AWD over the winter months with a newborn in the back. But at the same time I couldn't help but sigh a little in disappointment each morning when I got behind the wheel, thinking to myself: “This car, again?”
Instead of taking the opportunity to bond with the Rex, I ended up being more annoyed with it than anything else. From a steering U-joint breaking to the radio going on the fritz, it seemed the car disliked being with me as much I did it. It was time for us to go our separate ways before things got any worse.
So, I've decided I will work until I croak behind the wheel. Either that, or become so rich and famous that I can afford to purchase a brand new car every week or so. One way or the other, you're all going to have to put up with me for quite a bit longer.
Over the past few months I've come to realize this: Never wear white when you have a newborn, and I don't think I could ever quit my job.
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Here's the thing; not only am I fairly passionate about my work, but I also enjoy the novelty of driving a new vehicle every week. A lot of people I know (mostly older family members) balk at the idea of getting behind the wheel of a brand new vehicle every seven days. The thought of learning where buttons and knobs are, friction points and vehicle size throw them off. They'd rather settle into one car and not have to worry about learning all the ins and outs over and over again.
But I love it.
I love the unknown of a new car. Discovering the car's quirks (good and bad); getting a feel for a new clutch, gear ratios and acceleration; I revel in it. I welcome the frustrations, the elation and the letdowns. It's all part and parcel when it comes to testing. Which is why I could never stop doing what I do. This was made painfully clear to me while I was on maternity leave. While I loved every moment at home with my son, I also painfully wanted to be out trying new cars.
Don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier with my WRX. Actually, I could be happier (if it had more room in the back seat for a baby and a larger trunk), but that's a subject for another blog. The Rex has been a fantastic car, and I was glad to have AWD over the winter months with a newborn in the back. But at the same time I couldn't help but sigh a little in disappointment each morning when I got behind the wheel, thinking to myself: “This car, again?”
Instead of taking the opportunity to bond with the Rex, I ended up being more annoyed with it than anything else. From a steering U-joint breaking to the radio going on the fritz, it seemed the car disliked being with me as much I did it. It was time for us to go our separate ways before things got any worse.
So, I've decided I will work until I croak behind the wheel. Either that, or become so rich and famous that I can afford to purchase a brand new car every week or so. One way or the other, you're all going to have to put up with me for quite a bit longer.