I grab the key- a single bulky one with a blunt, square end. The key in and of itself gives out a warning that the car it belongs to is different. I take notice of this as I open the garage door.
Yep. With one look at the car, I recognize its extreme difference to the cars I’m used to driving.
I open the door and the smell of: “Fancy Lexus SUV” greets me.
I take the big key in hand and try to find out where in the world it actually goes.
My eyes browse the dash. Buttons, switches, more buttons, a big screen, levers, and. . . that’s gotta be it.
As soon as I turn the key in the ignition, things start to happen. The once blank screen pops into action and gives me instructions on how to drive. My seat is instantly warmed. And the wheel moves up, out, towards me, then down.
Whoa. I wasn’t expecting that.
Now to change the mirrors. . . (look for switch to move mirrors). . .there. I think I’m ready to back out.
I reach for the stick shift. Um. . . where is it? This is starting to feel like a treasure hunt.
Oh. Hello. You’re on the ground by my seat belt buckle. . . fancy that.
I’m going to try to back out for REAL this time. 3, 2, 1.
I merely touch the gas, shift into reverse and the screen flashes into action, as if it were waiting its whole life to change from an instruction screen to something else. Ooo, it’s showing me the driveway. There must be a camera on the back. . . nice.
The smooth feeling of the wheel feels good on my hands. It turns so easily. Am I really driving a car?
I reach my destination to pick up someone from practice.
He walks towards the car and tries to open the door. It’s locked. Opps. Here, lemme open it. This button. No, switch. No, not that switch. This one. Wait no, THIS one. . .I think. click. *sigh of relief.*
“Sorry.”
I drive back and park it in the garage. Wowie. That was complicated.
Yep. With one look at the car, I recognize its extreme difference to the cars I’m used to driving.
I open the door and the smell of: “Fancy Lexus SUV” greets me.
I take the big key in hand and try to find out where in the world it actually goes.
My eyes browse the dash. Buttons, switches, more buttons, a big screen, levers, and. . . that’s gotta be it.
As soon as I turn the key in the ignition, things start to happen. The once blank screen pops into action and gives me instructions on how to drive. My seat is instantly warmed. And the wheel moves up, out, towards me, then down.
Whoa. I wasn’t expecting that.
Now to change the mirrors. . . (look for switch to move mirrors). . .there. I think I’m ready to back out.
I reach for the stick shift. Um. . . where is it? This is starting to feel like a treasure hunt.
Oh. Hello. You’re on the ground by my seat belt buckle. . . fancy that.
I’m going to try to back out for REAL this time. 3, 2, 1.
I merely touch the gas, shift into reverse and the screen flashes into action, as if it were waiting its whole life to change from an instruction screen to something else. Ooo, it’s showing me the driveway. There must be a camera on the back. . . nice.
The smooth feeling of the wheel feels good on my hands. It turns so easily. Am I really driving a car?
I reach my destination to pick up someone from practice.
He walks towards the car and tries to open the door. It’s locked. Opps. Here, lemme open it. This button. No, switch. No, not that switch. This one. Wait no, THIS one. . .I think. click. *sigh of relief.*
“Sorry.”
I drive back and park it in the garage. Wowie. That was complicated.
The thing is, I drove it again last night and it was complicated all over again.
However, I’m glad to report that after driving it oh, say, 5 times, I FINALLY figured out how to turn the radio on and off. AND I figured out how to turn the volume UP and DOWN.
BOOM BABY!
I was so proud of myself I texted my sister: “I finally found out how to turn the radio up. Aren’t you proud of me?!?!?!”
Her reply? “Nice. Nice.”
Two switches down, two million to go.
Bring it on.
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However, I’m glad to report that after driving it oh, say, 5 times, I FINALLY figured out how to turn the radio on and off. AND I figured out how to turn the volume UP and DOWN.
BOOM BABY!
I was so proud of myself I texted my sister: “I finally found out how to turn the radio up. Aren’t you proud of me?!?!?!”
Her reply? “Nice. Nice.”
Two switches down, two million to go.
Bring it on.
One Response to “Fancy Car”
i wanna dwive that cawr, sissy.
real bad.
bip
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