Her name is Minnie. She’s twelve years old and we’ve been together since she rolled off the Toyota dealership showroom floor. I know every inch of her silver full-size body. I like to think the ease with which she handles is because she knows me.
She’s a twelve-year-old hybrid that still gets great gas mileage. She and I, just the two of us, have taken so many fuel-efficient round trips from DC to Boston and back that I could do it with my eyes closed. (Actually, that wouldn’t be a good idea.) Most times we leave at 4am so we miss rush hour traffic on both the Baltimore-Washington Parkway (too early) and the George Washington bridge (too late) and make it to New York City in three and a half hours. Flat. We get behind the fastest car on the New Jersey Turnpike, crank up the tunes and roll. We listen to The Allman Brothers Band’s “Blue Sky” to cruise to as the sun comes up. Then we do some reflecting to Santana’s “Song of the Wind” during the long straight stretches. We use the high energy of Tupac’s “California Love” and Beyonce’s version of “Before I Let Go” to get us through to the end. (There are lots of tunes in between.) I’m sure other drivers see my gray braids bouncing and my lips moving to the music as we fly down the highway at I-don’t-want-to-tell-you mph and think, “What is up with that old lady!” Whereas all I’m thinking is, “Get out of my way!” We get to Boston by lunchtime if we’re lucky on the Mass Pike. Sometimes we’re not so lucky. We did the trip in a blizzard one year. It took us ten and a half hours, but we made it.
Minnie has her issues. Her last name is McSqueaks because one of her sounds is an intermittent squeak that she refuses to let Keith at Franconia Service Center hear. She usually does it after we drive over any raised surface. I told my grandkids that it’s the way she talks to me. On the rare occasions when they hear it, they always squeal, “What’s she saying, Memu, what’s she saying!” Squealing and squeaking. I have the most interesting car rides.
Another of her sounds is the flapping noise under the bumper on the driver side when we go over sixty. That one is my fault. I used to hit things. A lot. I hit concrete wheel stops regularly. Consequently, the front of Minnie’s undercarriage resembles Swiss cheese. The flapping sound is the bit hanging down as it moves in the wind. I once hit my own moving van. That one cost me termination by my insurance company. It also cost me very expensive coverage with another. I was the DMV’s poster child for how not to drive. I haven’t had any accidents since moving to the DC area. (She looks around for wood to knock on.)
So, Minnie is, justifiably, showing signs of age, wear and tear. But then, so am I. I know the time will come soon for me to think about getting to know another car. It will feel a little like a betrayal, though. My husband bought Minnie for me after he was diagnosed with cancer. He wanted me to have a good reliable car that wouldn’t require much maintenance. Minnie is all of that. I’m grateful for his gift and I appreciate her. I don’t have to think too much about it because I can’t afford another car for at least another year. So, for now, it’s still Minnie and me, two old girls rollin’.
Stop Along The Way 
This post is simultaneously humorous and poignant. Minnie has been good to and for you, not withstanding the incursion on the moving van!
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Thanks, Wilda. She’s a good ole girl.
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You hit a moving van??!
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Oh oh! I didn’t tell you that, huh? Lol. It was when I moved to CH.
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It would seem appropriate to grab some Cal Calloway and play “Minnie the Moocher” as you roll along the interstate.
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*Cab Calloway
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Ahahaha! That would be perfect as we go over the GW bridge and watch the Manhattan skyline go by.
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Kat –
This made me chuckle. You and Minnie have so many memories! Ya’ll must be really close – driving through a blizzard and all. 🙂
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Love this!
The I-don’t-want-to-tell-you-mph and “get out of my way” driving weirdly reminds me of someone else… 🤔
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The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Lol!
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There are many, many Minnie stories, Karen. Many. 😉
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Hahaha this made me smile so much. You and Minnie created fun memories
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And we still are! Thanks for reading.
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I loved this. I wonder what Minnie would say if she were to write her own story. Nothing like a reliable old car. Hard to find these days. Keep giving Minnie all the love she needs.
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Heh. I’ve never been able to name MY vehicles. I always wind up naming others’.
The toughest vehicles I have owned were a Honda Civic, two Toyotas (Tercel & Celica), an Eagle Talon (really a Mitsubishi incognito) and my, now, Nissan Frontier.
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I once had a Dodge Caravan. I told my kids that I didn’t name him. He named himself and he his name was Frank. 😉
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Aw, yeah. I understand. I had a white Neon for ten years and when we moved states away, we had to let her go for fear she couldn’t make the trip. It was hard to sell that car. When we moved, my husband told me we’d buy a new one, but then he kept deploying and one car served us well 99% of the time. When I finally got a new one, it was ten years later and my joy was also relief.
I wonder if you will get a new Minnie? Or are you looking for something else entirely?
I love the description of you rollin while you sing. I feel that. I enjoy a variety of music, much of which seems to surprise other drivers 😉
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Thanks Joey, my kindred spirit. When I’m finally forced to let her go, I think I’m going to get another Toyota hybrid but smaller. A mini-Minnie. Lol.
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Excellent 🙂 May what’s left of your time be fun 🙂
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