I got (a) Soul, but I’m not a soldier

One of the other pieces of blog material that has been taking up my summer is getting a new car.

As some of you already know (or suspect) I really wanted a Subaru Forester. We had decided to trade in Andy’s Beetle because it 1) is expensive to repair and 2) has a higher trade-in value than my Corolla. Before you furrow your brow trying to figure out how it is that we can trade in Andy’s car in order to get me a new car, stop pondering. I’ll admit up front that the plan wasn’t fair.

The plan eventually morphed into something slightly more fair. Foresters, even used, proved to be out of our price range so we started looking at something that would be more of a compromise. Andy likes vehicles that look like shuttle crafts. I like vehicles that ride a little higher than my Corolla but are still compact.

This is what we ended up with:


It’s weird-looking, isn’t it?

It’s a 2010 Kia Soul. I can’t quite believe that we own a 2010 vehicle. I mean, we have furniture that is 40 and 50 years old. Most of it isn’t exactly antique; it’s just old. In fact, I believe the only stuff we have bought new has come from IKEA. What I’m trying to say is that we are not new car people. The Soul turned out to be the best deal we could get, though, and since neither of us is any kind of a car mechanic, its newness is a big advantage.

If Andy was concerned about my ability to share, he needn’t have worried. In the two weeks that we’ve owned this car, I have driven it four days. Andy is used to it by now, and I’m still pressing the brake pedal too hard. My favorite thing about the Soul is that it belongs to both of us. The Corolla and the Beetle were the cars we had before we moved in together. We picked out the Soul together. That’s why it’s kind of strange-looking.

One more thing: I’m not sure that we’ve decided on a gender, but the car’s name is Spike.