One day, over a dozen vehicles, the California sunshine and the wind in my hair. Every once in a while I really love my job.
Ford recently invited me to come test drive their line up and presented with a buffet of Mazda, Ford, Volvo and Lincoln that left me feeling exactly the same way I feel at a big lavish buffet. Like I had to pace myself and make sure to get the shrimp cocktail
Shrimp for me on this sunny day were the Volvos. I began with an indulgent fantasty, taking out the Volvo C30. My reasoning was simple. My husband needs a new car. And if it’s good enough for Edward Cullen… The C30 was fun to drive, nimble and quick. I wondered if I could get him to peel out and rescue me in it in some sort of semi compromising situation. Like if I was being stalked by the PTA mommies. There was room for a couple of kids and backpacks in back. My bubble was only burst when a Volvo rep confirmed the backpack thing, mentioning that this was a popular car for college bound students. Dude. Thanks for reminding me that while Edward is 17 eternally, my husband is almost 40. I moved on to the new XC60.
The XC60 reminded me of the XC90 only smaller and cooler. It made me feel the same way. I was a little nervous to even sit in the XC60 at first as I’d had a bad “is this car making my ass look fat?” moment squeezing my buns into the driver seat the last time I was in an XC90. In fairness to the XC90, I was very pregnant when I last drove it, so perhaps my ass was really that fat. Or maybe my ass is the same, and the seats are more generous in the XC60. The important thing is that this car did not give me a bad self image, which we all know is very important.
The XC60 was a smaller more agile version that won me over immediately. In it I got to try out the City Safety automatic stopping feature which had me gasping and giggling as I attempted to accelerate and hit a barrier set up to mimic another car bumper. It’s harder than you think to do this consciously, last minute braking is instinctual. After several tries I did get this right and found it oddly comforting. I could imagine the instance where I was yelling at someone in the back seat and it could kick in to prevent a fender bender. The XC60 is also fashionable. I admired the blond wood available dash and sleek styling. It had a very eco-luxurious, if Abba-esque feel to it with the organic dash and an approachable price that did not have me reprising Meryl Streep singing “Money Money Money.” Just like that I went from Twilight, to singing tunes from Mama Mia.
My next drive was pure fun. I took the C70 Convertible out and put the top down. Oh yeah. This car was clearly my hair’s favorite. It was like my hair said “Finally! My destiny!” I may look like a mom but taking this (safety minded, comfortable and spacious) convertible out on the highway, I felt like a supermodel. I wanted to keep going, head for the border and see how long it took them to catch up. This may not be the most practical vehicle for myself and my four kids, but I’m willing to overlook that. The kids can drive with Edward. In the minivan. He’s undead so that thing won’t age him.