Some of you don’t follow me on Twitter, and I’ve walked away from Facebook. And, like the subtitle says, some things are too long for Twitter, anyway.
I like the color blue, especially royal or medium blue. Light blue is too light; navy blue is too dark. Blue shirts, blue pants, blue bicycles sometimes, and, yes, blue cars. I don’t choose something only because it’s blue, but if I need a tie-breaker, I’ll take the blue one. (But not bleu cheese; I’ll take cheddar, Monterey Jack, or mozzarella most of the time. But, I digress.)
My new blue car brings that to mind. For those who haven’t heard, my most recent car was totaled in an accident last weekend. I wasn’t hurt, and no one was sitting in the passenger seat, which was fortunate, because someone running a red light while I was turning left on a left arrow broadsided me in the passenger side door. That was on Sunday; by Friday afternoon the car was officially totaled, and my rental car was going to be due in three days, so Saturday I looked once more at two cars I had found during the week, knowing that it might come to this.
One choice was a Nissan LEAF; the other was a barely used Honda Fit. I had also looked at some very inexpensive options: Fiat 500s both almost used and five years old, and a Honda Crosstour that was low miles but eight years old. The Crosstour was well equipped but had a V-6, so it wouldn’t be fuel efficient. We already have an AWD car, my wife’s, so that was less of an advantage than it might have been. It was tempting, but I decided it was the wrong car for something that will mostly be short trips around Madison. The Fiats might be better than the Fiats of yore, but they still seemed too severe or spartan.
The LEAF is almost meant for what I needed. Their range is now above 120 miles per charge, so I wouldn’t want one as a primary car, but for short commutes and errands, it would have been fine. Still, it was 50% more than a new Fit. Would the lower power costs offset the initial cost? Maybe, but right now, I’m more worried about improving out finances. It was a close decision; I had initially decided on the LEAF before finding two mistakes in my calculations, one mine (oh, sales tax, right) and one the dealership’s (no, low interest rate or a rebate, but not both). That nudged me back to my second blue Honda Fit.
The Fit lacks one or two things I almost take for granted. My prior car and my wife’s car both have temperature settings, not the old knobs and slides to manually adjust the temperature in the car. There’s probably something else I’m forgetting. But, mostly, it’s very comfortable, even if it’s 11 years newer than my prior Fit. I’d forgotten how good the sight lines are. The seats are fine. The cargo space is fine, not that I should need it. And this car has some updates, such as a trip computer and a touch-screen system that will exploit a smartphone if I let it. That’s not a huge thing, but it’s a nice thing.
Meanwhile, in Washington, conservatives are clutching at their pearls because a comedian at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner roasted conservatives. Oh, please! Conservatives don’t have a leg to stand on about jibes at political opponents. Ted Nugent. Sarah Palin. Barack Obama might not be American. He might be Muslim. Hilary needs to smile more. And almost anything that their nominal party leader, Donald Trump, says when he opens his mouth, as a private citizen, as a candidate, and, yes, as President. Even press members who often are critical of this administration’s policies seemed to criticize the comedian. As others noted, though, she also roasted the media for being party to Trump’s rise, profiting off the controversies they reported on when he was a candidate as well as his actions as President.
Trump’s still President. I was sure he’d be impeached within one hundred says. I was half-right: impeachment would have been justified that soon. However, I gave Congressional Republicans too much credit for acting in good faith; they haven’t. They find the President a buffoon who’s useful to them. Tax cuts for the rich? We can sell him on that. Drilling any damn place in the country? We can sell him on that. Extreme right-wing judicial nominations? Piece of cake! Ripping up the social safety net? That might take longer, but we’re working on it. They may have underestimated the power of Stephen Miller’s xenophobia resident in the west wing, but they’ve gotten almost anything else.
It’s almost May. Spring has finally arrived. Time marches.