Sabanized September 9, 2007
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Princess Hannah, Thoughts , 5commentsHaving a car on Saba is almost a luxury. About half of the islanders own a car. Notice that I wrote “a car” as in one car. We are one of the fortunate few that own a POC (Piece of Crap) vehicle. However, we are about to join the other unfortunate half that rely solely on their legs and their thumbs to get from place to place. Our Diahatsu Cuore, AKA “The Micromachine Car”, is dead. Just the other day I was thinking, “At what point is it not normal to drive a car with so many problems?” The gear box is almost gone. You can shift into first and second gear and that is it. It’s a good thing I don’t need third gear! A few weeks ago, the car started randomly dying anywhere, anytime. This was a little annoying. The car needed a new battery, and why didn’t we put one in right away? Your guess is as good as mine! On Saba. you learn to live with what you have, and you make everything work. This mentality is very Saban. Therefore, I have been Sabanized. Why did I allow myself to “Fred Flinstone” my car out of the garage and down my incredibly steep driveway to get it started? Was it because it felt like a rollercoaster and Hannah smiled and giggled with glee with the dramatic start of the car? I would like to think I am that creative to entertain my 13 month old child, but I know better.
The brakes are gone. Metal to metal. Apparently, that is bad. The car can no longer be driven until after the breaks are replaced on Wednesday. Please note how I could drive a car that randomly died all the time (needed a new battery, has a new one now), and needs a new gear box. If you can make it to your destination in neural or first gear, go for it! I know this is not a normal thought process for anyone. I am a little worried about how I will mesh back into society when we move back to the “real world”.
