I’m pretty sure if you looked at the driver’s seat of my car last week you would find an imprint of my cheeks. That’s how much time I spent in it. From snow storms that brought the city to a standstill, to running errands for my new business to small day trips, I was a warrior on the roads.
I love living in the Nation’s Capital, I really do. But when there’s even the teensiest bit of precipitation, urrrrkkk. A red haze casts over the city. Unfortunately it’s from a sea brake lights. Absolute gridlock. I think people forget that there’s this simple yet brilliant little contraption called a gas pedal that you gently press that powers the vehicle and keeps it moving. So travelling over 1,000 kms (that’s 621 miles for friends in the US) and spending more than 20 hours (that’s still 20 hours for my US friends) in the car had me on the brink. I’m pretty sure I spent more time in the car more than in my bed.
Here’s the thing: I didn’t mind it at all. Locked in an uber sleek sound proof car, I cranked the tunes on a sound system that is better than the one that sits collecting dust in my living room. Every day I threw a wild dance party for one. And besides, life ain’t all that bad when you have this guy to keep you company:
In a normal week I spend a lot of time Xena. I travel 100 kms per day just to get to and from work, 5 days a week. That’s with no extra stops or detours. The Beast (aka our rescue dog) loves car rides so throwing her in the back to drive her somewhere for an off-leash walk is easier than just heading out the front door for an on-leash walk. If nothing else it keeps my arms in their sockets. I look at it as the crying baby theory: drive them around and they usually settle. Win. Win.
The only downfall to this tactic is the interior of my car is black and The Beast is white. Long, fluffy hair white. Why I even bother to put a blanket in the back is beyond me – it’s not like it stays in place as she bounces from window to window. “Open it mommy. Open it.”
So this week it was time to say good-bye to the whirlwinds of hair and dust.
While my little truck was detailed, I cruised in style in the 2015 Buick Verano. At first I shrugged, I mean it was a car and let’s face it: this country-girl-at-heart is all about the truck. That was until I sunk into the luxury that this car oozes.
This ain’t your grandpa’s Buick
As soon as I sat in this machine I felt powerful, in control. It’s amazing how a car can change your entire aura. There was so much punch I had to get used to the horses under the hood. This sucker was a turbo – in other words don’t hit the gas pedal or you’ll feel like Usain Bolt out of the starting blocks. This thing had pep!
With the record-breaking-hurt-your-teeth-freeze-your-eyeball temperatures Mother Nature threw at us last week the heated seats were a little slice of heaven. Everyone deserves a warm booty. How could it get any sweeter? The heated steering wheel, that’s how!! A sinful overindulgence of luxury.
Out of all of the vehicles I have owned, I have never had a sunroof. While it wasn’t exactly Thelma and Louise top down cruising weather last week, I did welcome the extra daylight pouring in while going no where fast. Another super cool feature was the sliding middle console. It moved back and forth so you could place it in a position that was most comfortable for you. Yup. Brilliant!
When the weekend finally hit, my dirt road diaries kept me on the road. I felt like I was driving a costly European designed vehicle as I cruised to Appleton, Ontario for the very first time. It’s a quaint little community along the Mississippi River in Lanark County. The steam was gorgeous coming off the water all postcard like as I drove through.
In this land o’ trucks, the Verano got a few stares. I took those gawks from farmers as compliments. I know they were just admiring the fine piece of machinery that was cruising down their roads.
From Appleton I headed to where the real horse power lives: McLaughlin Clydesdales, an hour or so drive. It had been a few weeks since I had been at the farm and was excited to see mama and her new foal.
Because I had basically lived on the road all week, the trunk was jammed with stuff. It looked like I was moving out. But it was all very important
junk belongings – camera gear, layers and layers of warm clothing, boxes of leggings, etc. Cause ya never know when someone will want to get into something cheeky!
While it was frigid – and by frigid I mean Jack Frost was hibernating - the day turned out to be absolutely magical. The geldings were let out in the paddock for a good ole romp and I got to catch it all. Describing it I won’t do it any justice.
As Monday rolled around it was time to pick-up clean Xena. I can’t say I was a happy camper giving up the heated seats and steering wheel on the coldest day of the year. Actually, I can’t say I was thrilled to give the Verano back at all. While I never pictured myself going back to a car, this may just be the design that convinces me.
How would I describe the Verano? ‘Nuff said:
— Sarah Robinson (@MrsARob) January 29, 2015