Dating and Test Driving

I have learned that shopping for and selecting a new vehicle is a lot like dating. You see the object of possible affection and admire it from afar. Then one day you get the courage to approach it. You date for awhile, enjoying the process of getting to know one another. You learn their likes, which hopefully are abundant, and their dislikes. If the likes are amazingly compatible, you get that fuzzy feeling called love. Eventually, if you play your cards right, a happy marriage. If the dislikes are just too much, you do that rough thing called a break-up. 

I'm at that point in life where I'm tired of "dating" mundane vehicles. I'm ready for something I can drive for years, that has all the "likes" I'm looking for, without having to put up with 'dislikes".

Which brings me back to test driving the Cruze. I was offered the task of driving and blogging about the vehicle well over a month ago. This gave me plenty of time to admire it on Chevrolet's website. I admired its frame and sweated its features. Eventually the day came when Hood Northlake Chevrolet called to say those four sweet words : "your car is ready". As I sat in the vehicle for the first time, I knew we had a lot in common. We both believed in comfort, convenient features, and a smooth ride. Like anyone in the beginning of a relationship, you eventually learn something about the person that throws you for a small loop. Today I discovered such a feature in the Cruze.

As I pulled down the visor to examine my eye make-up situation, I was startled to learn that the Cruze did not come complete with low-watt lightbulbs on either side of the mirror, a feature I was well-accustomed to. Right then and there we had our first fight.

I went through the motions. How am I to check my eye make-up in night-time scenarios? Do I have to turn on the overhead lights everytime my eyeliner smears? At that moment the Chevrolet Cruze and I were at a complete crossroad. 

Like most silly arguments, one party realizes they are being insensible and an inevitable apology is issued. Being that a car does not have the ability to talk, unless you are test driving KITT, I was the one who emitted the apology. 

The Cruze and I had come to the point in our test drive where we were accepting one another's faults. The car doesn't complain when I blast Lady Gaga, and I shouldn't let a little thing like light bulbs on a mirror make or break my decision to buy the vehicle. We overcame a small hurdle today, and the Chevrolet Cruze still remains the object of my affection.