This weekend I got to do something I haven’t done in several months: take my dad’s car out for a drive. He got it as, in my opinion, he was going through his midlife crisis last spring and on a perfectly normal day in late May of last year I came home to find a… unique car in my parking spot: the Chevy SSR. It was the first time I had ever seen a purple convertible pickup truck and I have not seen another one since. When I walked into my house I was greeted by my dad and mom having an argument, for some reason she didn’t agree with his purchase. However as time went on my family got used to the car and my dad drove it nearly every day. That is, until the fall came.
The SSR comes with a tiny issue, it has a blind-spot the size of medium sized house from the left side when the roof is up. While this is fine in the spring and summer as the weather is quite nice, when fall comes around it gets a little chilly and uncomfortable to drive around with the roof down. I learned this the hard way as my dad started taking the SSR out less and less and began increasingly to take my car. By the end of October we had seemed to have switched cars and I had drawn the shorter straw. I have spent most of fall and the entire winter with a car that is a pain to drive on a cold day and one that requires an ungodly amount of gas to function. But that is about to change.
With the temperature warming up, I have a feeling that I will be switching cars with my dad yet again in a short amount of time. So earlier today (Sunday) I decided that I would start spring a little early and take the SSR out for a drive with the roof down. I called a friend and we were soon out and about, driving around in a convertible, blasting obnoxiously loud music- you always hate the people who do that until you get a chance to become one. We drove around for a while until it was time for me to get my hockey bag and head on to my game. As I was leaving home my dad commented on how nice the weather was, to that I replied, “Winter is ending. I guess that means you’ll be wanting your car back.” He looked at me and said, “You know it.” 