You know you’re in trouble when you start fast-forwarding your own iPod. Time to call it quits.
It was at a rest stop in Ohio, where both the traffic and the driving standards were the worst I’d seen, that I figured out times and distances and decided I could make it home in one shot. And, as always, the Accent didn’t let me down.
I’d had a conversation in the morning with the server at a diner outside Nashville where I’d had breakfast:
“Where you headed, hon?”
“In that little thing? Where you comin’ from?”
“In THAT dinky little thing? Let me get you more coffee.”
Hey, don’t call my car little (no, I didn’t say that to her). It’s physically just not bloated. And don’t anyone ever call it cheap. You can say it doesn’t cost very much.
Over the past two weeks, I’ve grown very fond of this diminutive but big-hearted critter. It’s uncomplainingly done everything I’ve asked – taken me over mountains, through deserts where the temperature topped 40, and into the thick of Los Angeles traffic and out the other side. All the while, sipping gasoline with the delicacy of my supposedly teetotal grandmother when she nipped at the whisky flask she carried “just for my health, you know.”
As a climax to the trip, it cheerfully carried me on a 15-1/2 hour, 1,472.5-kilometre marathon to get me home right on midnight. And when I looked out of the window this morning, it hadn’t turned into a pumpkin.
A couple of weeks ago, it took two interrogative hours to get across the border at Sarnia into the United States.
It took me two minutes to get back into Canada over the Ambassador bridge linking Detroit and Windsor. It would have been less if the Canada Customs agent hadn’t been so interested in the Accent. She’s in the market for a new car and this one is now high on her list of possibilities. She even said she’d look up the blog.
So if she IS reading this: Hi!
I’ve discovered that the Stromberg 97 carburetor coffee mug I bought in L.A. is not great for drinking coffee. To start with, you need a long spoon to stir it. It looks good but for once that’s not enough. It’s going on a shelf.
By my reckoning, I’ve driven 10,005 kilometres. I’d hate to make a guess at the average gas mileage. But 6.6 litres per kilometres on the highway was what I came to expect if I didn’t have the air conditioning on.
All that remains now is to fill the tank one more time, say “yes” to the optional car wash and turn the Accent back in.
I will absolutely miss this car. I’m very fond of my Subaru Outback but Hyundai has a gem here and I’d buy one in a heartbeat. I never once climbed out of the driver’s seat feeling fatigued.
This is where we came in.