Our first purchase as a married couple was a new 2004 silver Prius. We had no choice of color, since Toyota couldn't make them fast enough, and we had to take whatever we got. Of course it was silver. I've become obsessed with finding antenna balls in order to find our Prius in the mass of it's siblings. It only took one time of trying to open up the trunk of someone else's identical car in a parking lot to get me to add a bumper sticker and an antenna ball.
It doesn't get pampered, or even kept very neat, and it's expected to be a workhorse, hauling things for the garden or my husband's store. Our Prius has had a couple of dents, and on our last trip, had lowfat creamer leak from our camping cooler onto the backseat rug. The next day it smelled like we were aging cheese in there. The car has been professionally cleaned, and per the internet has been treated with baking soda and lemon. We are still getting used to the "not-new-car-smell".
I think about the days of camping in the car. The salesman who sold it to us asked, "Why do all of you Berkeley people always ask if you can sleep in it?!!"
Well, my husband and I both had times in our lives when we traveled around the country in a car or van, and had good memories of that. We wanted to repeat it. So we have.
No sooner had we got possession of our new little Prius, my husband went off to Bed Bath and Beyond while I was at work, and figured out how to make it into a camper. The two insulated boxes with removeable lids and covered with red fabric, were to store cooking utensils and canned goods, and the futon was our bed.
When the seats of the car were slid forward and the back seats were down, the red boxes fit behind the front seats in the footwell and the futons made a bed comfortable enough to fit me and my husband, who is 6' 4"! The joke I always say is, that in the morning in the campground, the folks in the tents and Winnebagos may look over to our site and think as we emerge feet-first from the side doors,that the Prius is giving birth!
We know we are attached to our car. We talk about it too much and we brag about it's mileage.When we drove it into Canada, we let everyone know that our Prius is like our pet. We reported that this was it's first trip into a foreign country, and it was our first time to drive our own car in a foreign country. When we entered Canada, we changed it to km, instead of miles. When we were in Victoria, it saw all it's "homies"....about 2/3 of the taxis are Priuses! ...It had its first three rides on ferries.....in Oregon, it had its first ride on a beach, and it didn't even get intimidated by the big 4 wheel drives!
Even now in 2012, and we've owned it for 8 years, we bore folks with stories of how we bought gas at the top of I-5 and coasted into Palm Springs with 68 miles per gallon displayed on the dashboard screen. We plan on keeping this car for quite a while and boring all of you for just that long.
It doesn't get pampered, or even kept very neat, and it's expected to be a workhorse, hauling things for the garden or my husband's store. Our Prius has had a couple of dents, and on our last trip, had lowfat creamer leak from our camping cooler onto the backseat rug. The next day it smelled like we were aging cheese in there. The car has been professionally cleaned, and per the internet has been treated with baking soda and lemon. We are still getting used to the "not-new-car-smell".
I think about the days of camping in the car. The salesman who sold it to us asked, "Why do all of you Berkeley people always ask if you can sleep in it?!!"
Well, my husband and I both had times in our lives when we traveled around the country in a car or van, and had good memories of that. We wanted to repeat it. So we have.
No sooner had we got possession of our new little Prius, my husband went off to Bed Bath and Beyond while I was at work, and figured out how to make it into a camper. The two insulated boxes with removeable lids and covered with red fabric, were to store cooking utensils and canned goods, and the futon was our bed.
When the seats of the car were slid forward and the back seats were down, the red boxes fit behind the front seats in the footwell and the futons made a bed comfortable enough to fit me and my husband, who is 6' 4"! The joke I always say is, that in the morning in the campground, the folks in the tents and Winnebagos may look over to our site and think as we emerge feet-first from the side doors,that the Prius is giving birth!
We know we are attached to our car. We talk about it too much and we brag about it's mileage.When we drove it into Canada, we let everyone know that our Prius is like our pet. We reported that this was it's first trip into a foreign country, and it was our first time to drive our own car in a foreign country. When we entered Canada, we changed it to km, instead of miles. When we were in Victoria, it saw all it's "homies"....about 2/3 of the taxis are Priuses! ...It had its first three rides on ferries.....in Oregon, it had its first ride on a beach, and it didn't even get intimidated by the big 4 wheel drives!
Even now in 2012, and we've owned it for 8 years, we bore folks with stories of how we bought gas at the top of I-5 and coasted into Palm Springs with 68 miles per gallon displayed on the dashboard screen. We plan on keeping this car for quite a while and boring all of you for just that long.
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