All I’ve ever wanted was a yellow car. Yellow, with a leather interior and a moon roof.
The timing couldn’t have been better when I drove past that dealership last September.
I’d just been promoted. My partner had a new job. And sure enough, the dealership had a yellow smart passion cabriolet out front.
I took it for a test drive. About halfway through, the salesman showed me I could switch to manual transmission. That was all I needed to hear. “I am driving this car home,” I said.
What I love about my smart is how utilitarian it is. I don’t need a backseat. I just need enough room for me, my partner, our two dogs and my school books.
My smart also gets a lot of use. Here in Buffalo, where winter weather can be unpredictable, I don’t hesitate to put my smart into any driving situation. That’s because she got us through the blizzard of the century.
I work at a group home in western New York about 25 miles away. After three days of blocked roads, the shared kitchen was out of everything. Our agency vehicle was snowed in, so I took my smart to the small town nearby to get groceries for the seven patients and three staff. The shop was out of everything, so I drove back to Buffalo, passing trucks and SUVs on the side of the road all along the way. I got to the grocery store in Buffalo and filled up the smart with a week’s worth of groceries, then headed back to work. I didn’t get stuck once.
People cannot believe I drive in this weather — especially not 50 miles a day, and especially not in a smart car. I love to see their reactions when it’s snowing an inch or more every hour and I’m out with my smart. They tend to react with disbelief when I talk about my winter adventures. But after seeing how my smart handled that storm, I know I have no reason to worry. I tell them: I love my dogs like children, but smart is man’s best friend.