We all have vices: you know, the irrational love of things that are completely bad/wrong for you. I have more than my fair share, really. Between Survivor, chocolate and aloof boys, I've got enough guilt to drown even my staunch Catholic soul. But nothing is as bad as the love I have for Quinn. What can I say? He means more to me than the sum of his parts (which, let me tell you, are falling apart at an alarming rate).
I'm a late bloomer; I do everything last. This includes learning how to drive. I spent most of my high school dependent on rides (thank you to the many boys and girls who indulged me) from other people. Though no one ever complained, I know I despised that feeling of imposition. And I really hated that people would have to leave a party early (or least leave for a while) in order to get me home in time for my draconian curfews.
It wasn't until after I moved home from Kingston that I bought my first car. And I haven't looked back since. No, my little purple Accent isn't much to write home about: he's thirteen years old, needs at least $500 in maintenance every year and can comfortably fit two people (then, too, if you're over 5'10", the comfort becomes relative). But he's mine. When I need to go somewhere now, I always have my own ride.
DK says I shouldn't complain about my newest mechanic's bill - that I have a choice and can give up Quinn and starting taking transit. I beg to differ. Yes, I would be able to get to work and back (with only a 30 min commute) but what about the life that happens outside those 35 hours a week? What about:
- staying at JC's house until 4am playing Rock band?
- trying to get home from Queen W after a night at Funhaus?
- getting to Bowmanville for dress fittings?
- being able to respond to panicked emergency room phone calls?
...What about not depending on others for rides home? This is what Quinn is - my ticket to ride anywhere, anytime. Can I really put a price on that? I guess I haven't found my limit yet. One day, I will have to put the poor thing out of his misery. Just... not yet.
In the meantime, I'll be doing other things to mitigate his rapid aging. Moving is only the first step.
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I just think we all have to rethink the cost of our own convenience.
Agreed - and that's why moving within walking distance of work is an absolute priority. I'm just not willing to give up on late night shenanigans; when Missisauga Transit decides to run a more convenient system for me, then I will consider giving up my Quinn.
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