The heater on our Buick quit. This time of year, that's not a great circumstance, so I took it to a mechanic. He said a gasket was broken and needed replacing. When he said gasket, I was thinking something easy, like fifty bucks. Then he said, "That'll be eleven hundred dollars please."
That's more than the car was worth three years ago when it was given to us. So, we went to look at cars. And...
This is the newest member of our family.
It's a Nissan Leaf. 100% electric. Heated leather seats and steering wheel. It feels like you're driving a space ship. It sounds like you're driving a space ship. As soon as my bum hit the seat, I knew it was love. This isn't a car, it's a ghost cat we've named Major Tom.
Also, and this may be the biggest reason we splurged for electric, I love that when I go somewhere, I'm not contributing to the smog every person in the valley has to ingest as air (See above picture and notice the yuckiness behind Major Tom). I feel like a good person.
And maybe, just maybe, a little smug.