I took the kids to my parents yesterday in the new Odyssey.
While I was there, I had to run an errand over to my grandparents' apartment.
I asked my mom if I could borrow her car. I wasn't ready to drive the minivan alone...not just yet.
Look, it's a great car. It's safe, handles well, has some great features, and is a smooth ride. Nothing against the car.
I think it's what the car represents.
Though I never may have been the image of masculinity, studly, or whatever, what the minivan does is destroys any remaining illusion of "cool."
Yeah, yeah, I know the ultimate masculinity is being a good father. I get it.
Let's put that aside for a moment though and let the superficial stuff come through. Just humor me.
I'm the picture of suburban dad now. I've got 2 (soon to be 3 car seats) and I'm driving a Honda. That's about as uncool as you get.
I'm sure I'll get over it, but it sure feels a bit weird.
Ok, rant over.