May 11, 2009
R.I.P. Candy’s Two-Seat Convertible
Babies come with a number of mind-boggling accessories, including car seat systems that even Houdini could not escape. “Rear-facing”… “anchor attachments”… “SnugRider” (Ed. note: apparently, not a condom) … all new terms to me, which add up to one big life-changing reality check:
I need a new car.
A longtime convertible enthusiast — I love the feel of the wind in my hair and gnats in my teeth — I was convinced Baby Girl and I would be fine with simply buying another convertible that has a backseat.
“Oh no,” all the mommies clucked. “You MUST have four doors!”
“Nah, we’ll be fine,” I responded, fists tightly clenched around my last remaining shreds of “coolness,” which were admittedly sparse to begin with. “My parents raised three kids and NEVER had a four-door.”
“You’ll see,” they smiled in a knowing manner that made me want to rebelliously run out and buy a Porsche Boxster I don’t need and can’t afford, much like my Uncle John did on his 50th birthday. Just before he installed some plugs… on his head.
Fast forward to this past Friday, when I spent a soul-sucking seven hours at various car dealerships trying to stuff my big stroller into tight trunks (not as dirty as it sounds, unfortunately) and resisting the urge to slap the salesmen silly.
“How much is this one?”
“Candy, we will do whatever it takes to make a deal you’re happy with.”
“But how much does it cost?”
“Candy,” they always say, lowering their voice to indicate we have become BFF. “To be honest, Candy, we have a special dealer incentive that just started this morning, so we’re actually going to lose money by selling you this vehicle.”
“HOW MUCH IS THE FREAKIN’ CAR?”
“Let me talk to my manager.”
Figuring out my Fort Knox SnugRider Car Seat is almost easier than finding out the true price of a car. Almost.
Having decided upon an Audi A4 convertible, the price still as clear as mud, I brought Mr. Candy to the dealership on Saturday evening to check out the car before signing on the dotted line. Mr. Candy was armed with his usual Excel spreadsheet and, unfortunately, a major buzz from my (in)famous sangria I had whipped up for our friends’ baby shower earlier that day. ‘Cause that’s how we roll. Our friends had warned us they were unable to fit a car seat and, you know, actual people in their car at the same time, so we also decided to bring the Fort Knox SnugRider along to ensure it would fit in the shiny new convertible I was CONVINCED would be mine by 8:00 p.m.
Fast forward to 8:01 p.m., my poor drunk husband sweating tequila bullets from unsuccessfully trying to cram that damn car seat in the back of the vehicle and me, sitting resignedly in the front of a four-door Audi sedan.
“How much does this one cost?” I asked, choking back sobs.
“Candy, we will do whatever it takes to make a deal you’re happy with.”
Okay, then, I would like a convertible that is four inches longer, please.
Turns out, my parents…? Used the Britney Spears Car Seat System of, um, not using one. “We just threw you on the passenger seat and held you there,” my mom declared when I asked her about it, adding in response to my shocked silence: “That’s just how it was done back in those days!” Which certainly explains how they drove two-seaters with children. And why the side of my head has a dent the size of a glove compartment handle.
I have not yet given up on my dream of a mommy convertible, but it is fading fast. At the present time, based on our experience and discussions with the various salespeople, we are leaning toward the Coupe de Sangria 2009-LJX.
Rebecca
says:
Suck-ass transmission or not that was a real snazzy ride! Sorry to see it go…
May 11th, 2009 at 1:33 pm -Whitney
says:
Maybe you could put a racing stripe on a sedan. Not as cool, but it might help a little.
May 11th, 2009 at 4:17 pm -Gina from Oregon
says:
I need to look into one of those Coupe de Sangrias!!
May 11th, 2009 at 9:28 pm -Eize
says:
In some parts of the world, the Britney Spears kiddie seat is SORT OF legal.
>.>
May 12th, 2009 at 5:46 pm -Zarbod
says:
A Sedan isn’t bad. I was afraid you jumped right to minivan.
May 17th, 2009 at 8:10 pm -midevil
says:
My parents used to just put me on the floor of their pickup truck – good thing it wasn’t completely rotted through!
May 18th, 2009 at 5:30 am -midevil
says:
Can you get a baby vehicle with racing stripes and a spoiler on the back?
May 18th, 2009 at 5:31 am -SC Phanatic
says:
I blame Mr. Candy – doesn’t sound like he was trying hard enough…..
May 20th, 2009 at 1:15 pm -