Recently Nate, my husband, Oscar, my son, and I have been reduced to one vehicle. This is because a man named Brian* rear ended my ancient minivan on Interstate 94 while we were sitting in construction traffic. The thing that really gets me is that I was doing everything right. I got in the correct lane and didn’t zoom ahead in the lane that was ending, trying to cut to the front. Though I used to do this all the time, I now hate these people and scowl at them as they try to force their way in with their blinking blinkers. As if that is courtesy.
After he smashed the back bumper of my van, we pulled to the side of the road. Poor Brian. He got out of his car and heard a screaming woman (my mother), a crying baby (my three month old son) and two barking dogs (my dogs). All this and a van full of crap as we were on our way to open up my parent’s cottage. No small task. We had linens, pillows, coolers of food (and drink) and tons and tons of baby gear. If I were Brian, I would have been freaking out. The look on my mom’s face alone. Luckily, no one was hurt, it was his fault and his ticket, and my father came and picked up all five of us within the hour. Three adults, one car seat and two dogs in an Impala… Yuck.
The Van
So, long story short, it was the van’s last drive as our insurance company decided it was totaled. This van has driven all over the country, as we are fans of the roadtrip. It has driven to Colorado, Los Angeles, Vegas, Florida, Maine and even Nova Scotia from our homestate of Michigan. My father, who owned the van before me, treated it with love and respect. When Nate and I took over at 235,000 miles and 10 years old, we showed maybe a little less, but it got us from A to B. Truth be told, it was not the coolest ride. I was still sad to see it go. I cried a bit while cleaning it out. Nate didn’t understand. I sometimes have a problem humanizing inanimate objects. It’s the same each year when we finally take down the ornaments from the Christmas tree and put it out front on the curb. Something you loved so much is now trash. It must feel so abandoned. I blame this sentiment on my mother reading me The Fir Tree when I was young.
After the van’s title was handed over and a check was received (a much higher check than I expected by the way) Nate and I came to the decision that we are going to try living as a one car family for a while. Nate is a baker and so he keeps very early hours. I am a server and keep rather late hours though I only work once or twice a week. It is convenient with the baby because there is no need for daycare. It also makes it easier to share one ride. So we are making adjustments. One such adjustment is riding the bus to get around. I live in a college town with a population of about 75,000. The public transit doesn’t totally suck, but it’s not great either. So far, if I’m on a time schedule, it is not a lot of fun, but if I have all the time in the world, it’s better.
Upon realizing that I was embarking on Oscar’s (in case you’ve forgotten, that’s my son) first bus ride, I broke out the camera. What kind of mother would I be without documenting evey single move we make? So please take a visual journey with me of Oscar’s first bus ride!
Waiting for the 11:30 Lovell Bus...
There I am!
There it is!
I think he digs public transport.
