The New Ride…

… Meet Christine.

The vehicle that changed my mind about driving.

I always said that if I ever won the lottery the first thing I would do was hire a chauffeur and never drive again for the rest of my life. That was how much I hated driving. Turns out, it’s not driving I really hate. I was just driving the wrong vehicle.

Enter Christine, the TARDIS blue Jeep Patriot who replaced my crawling at death’s door Honda last week. Christine, named after the Stephen King novel for the ruthless way she can effortless mow down small animals, has a natural tendency to wander. She’s certainly made my daily commutes a lot more tolerable, I’d dare say even quite fun.

Just this morning I drove my son through a construction sight on the way to dropping him off at school. It was several acres of cleared land where they are getting ready to develop. All I heard was the siren song of mud puddles and unpaved paths.

I’ve been in love with Jeeps since my grandfather used to throw us kids all in the back of his wood paneled Wagoneer SJ and take us to Busch Gardens for the weekend. When he pulled the Wagoneer out of the garage we all knew we were in for an adventure, whether it was just a picnic at the beach or a drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway. Jeep is synonymous with fun and now I get to have a little of my own fun.

I love my new ride and I thought you all might like to know what I ended up getting and how much I am enjoying it. Christine has 50K miles on her and a brand new set of tires, so we’re in it for the long haul.