Monica Stoneking

Monica Stoneking

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Do Cars Feel Prejudice Too?

As I was driving my car into work today, I noticed Glacy Blue (yes, she has a nickname...and a gender) wasn't performing her best. Perhaps it was the pocket sheets of ice. Perhaps after sitting in the garage in sub-Arctic temperatures for the past few days, she just needed to warm up. Perhaps she's depressed.
I live a state where, until recently, being the Automotive Capital of the country was something to hang your hat on. That is, until GM went bankrupt, received the ever-popular 'bail out' money, and laid off a majority of the state's population. But still, GM products dominate the roadways and the owners are proud to flaunt their support of the now-defunct Saturn brand.
I drive a Honda CRV. I moved a little over a year ago from a state that embraces Honda (Kia, Toyota and Volkswagon) drivers. There was no issue. No stigma. When it was announced that GM could go belly-up and thousands of workers were losing there jobs, I felt the heat. I was scared for my life and that of Glacy Blue's. There were news reports of vandalism to foreign cars. Us Honda drivers were being advised to seclude our precious vehicles in a garage, keep them under lock and key.
But Glacy Blue and I were determined not to be prisoners in our own home. We've ventured out. To the store. To work. To the parts of town where GM factories once resided.
I know I was worried about her well being. But I wonder what she was thinking. "Really, you want to park me in a busy parking lot while you go shopping? Leaving me to fend for myself?" Who knows how taunted she was in public? Did she feel the prejudice?
Over the summer, I took my Little (from Big Brothers Big Sisters) to WalMart (spandex and peroxide galore) and came out to find the incomprehensible. Someone had keyed Glacy Blue all over her hood. It wasn't like there was an accidental door ding. It wasn't a little scrape that someone just overlooked. She was the victim of assault and I was mad for her.
Simple things like trying to buy her new big girl tires seems wraught with prejudice. Nobody around here has tires in stock for HONDAs! So, I just special ordered 4 new tires and hope they come in without slurs written on the side or punctures in their tread.
She's a good girl, has never let me down. And perhaps if all those bully GM cars performed as well as she does then there wouldn't be a need for all the snide looks and attitude. Glacy Blue, they're just jealous of your high performance record, of your slick look and zero breakdowns. They may try to damage your beauty, but do not let them damage your spirit.
Maybe that's it. Maybe my car is depressed. Maybe she just needs a little pick-me-up. Maybe if I told her that tomorrow we will be depending on her to drive the whole family to the state that welcomes her with open arms, she will feel better.
If that doesn't work, I guess I'll have to take her to the car doc, where I'm sure 'depression' is not a valid diagnosis.

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