One of the best pieces of advice we got when we moved to Northern Virginia: “First, tame the commute beast.” Getting my husband to and from work was the central point in every initial decision we made, including where to live and what school our children would attend.
Five months into Virginia living has taught me that the commute beast paws at me, too. I spend 1.5 to 2 hours every weekday just driving people where they need to be, and that doesn’t even include the places where I need to be. We re-evaluated our commute options and decided that what I needed was a Commuter Car.
So this morning I zipped my kids off to school in a little red Honda that gets 40 miles to the gallon. I spent $34 at the gas station to fill it up the day we bought it and my tank is still full. My transmission is automatic, so I have an extra hand to talk on my cell phone if I feel like it (I don’t). My kids have their own doors to climb into and out of and my stereo is MP3 equipped. It’s official: I’m a commuter. I have tamed the beast.
It was a bittersweet day for all of us to let go of the Jeep; I miss my Neoprene seats and the waves from all the other Wrangler drivers on the road (they ignore me completely now.) I’ll miss the good times and happiness of driving in the Jeep to Tucson, Ouray, Santa Fe… But really, who in Virginia drives to Colorado? Commuters fly — and then rent Jeeps when they land. 🙂