I hate my rental car. Yes, it is getting me from point A to B. Yes, it is inexpensive. Yes, it is a car in the very basic terms. But ahhhhh…..
I am still debating on how to best handle my longer-term car situation. There is the possibility of taking over someone else’s lease, or I could seriously look at/test drive some other models. I am pretty lazy when it comes to cars though. I have had a Volkswagen since 1999. Four VWs in ten years. I know how they drive, I know what to expect. This time I was fairly certain I was getting a Tiguan, which is the smaller version of my prior SUV. Except that I suddenly had a realization that I didn’t want to put any cash out, nor did I want much of a monthly payment. This came to me the week before my Touareg lease expired. Huh. Who is being all fiscally responsible? Strange days.
And that is how I came to drive a piece of basic trash Toyota Corolla rental car.
I have been trying to make it mine, but I am still not feeling the love.
- My GPS slides off the dash every time I brake or turn too hard.
- EVERYTHING but the transmission is manual. Even the door locks. Seriously, they still make cars without key-less door entry? WTF?
- I acknowledge that I am tall, but I am no giantess. Yet my knees rest immediately under the steering wheel. Look ma, no hands!
- It is small, small, small. My bike does not fit in it, which makes me crazy. I was so used to driving around with my bike in the back of the Touareg. Now no impromptu rides for me.
- I have to stomp on the gas in order for it to gain any momentum. Until it gets warmed up I actually have concern about merging from entrance ramps.
- I was obliviously happy with my Touareg’s creature comforts. I mean, how was I to know I would miss a rear windshield wiper? Or heated seats? Or a remote for the doors?
- It smells like Resolve. Now, for most people this would not be an issue. For me…it is of grave concern. I won’t get into details, but it involves a rowdy night of martini drinking at the Bond-themed MGM holiday party, and Michael’s inability to roll down my window fast enough. Parking lot, next morning, hung over, fabric upholstery, lots of Resolve, enough said.
- There is no good place for the Iona plate.
I better learn to love/tolerate the Toyota, as she may be mine for a couple more weeks. Perhaps a name would endear me. A good name? A bad name? I certainly have more options than the Toyota itself has.