I've owned two Honda's in my life. My first car was a 1980 hatchback Accord. That car kept going forever. I fell in love with the distinctive purr of the Honda engine. Sadly, I totaled that car and replaced it with a Ford. WORST mistake EVER. The Ford was awful and broke down when it was only four years old! The engine exploded and the repairs on the engine were costly. I felt betrayed. By this point, I was married, so my husband and I drove to the dealership and told them we ONLY wanted a Honda. They totally delivered. We bought a sweet 1992 teal Accord with a sunroof and a car phone! That was a plus at the time, for sure! This car took us everywhere, and did all that we asked of her. We had the Accord for six years and would have kept it for the life of the vehicle, if we could have. We only got rid of it because it was totaled when someone hit the car.
My fondest wish is to own another Honda! Let me tell you what I love about these cars. I love the room. Our current car is a little cramped with four kids. I also love the storage space. I have car envy with ALL of my friends who have room for their kids AND their stuff on long road trips. I LOVE how long they last! Did you know that the Odyssey is the only minivan that is proven to last 20 years!? You probably did. I love the two sliding doors with those sweet automatic doohickeys that open the doors from a remote! My kids will love that. I'd love to dispense with the DAILY fights of WHO is shutting the door.
The memories that come to mind when I think of our teal Accord aren't memories like the exploding engine from my Ford Escort, but the fact that we could take it ANYWHERE. That Accord went to beaches in California, the hot desert in Arizona to the mountains in Utah. I remember bringing home my first two children home from the hospital in this car. Once, when we were driving in Arizona, on the lonely highway between Kingston and Phoenix, my one year old son choked on a piece of ice. This was the kind of ice that had been frozen in a circle and the middle was hollow. My son was chocking and gagging, but getting just enough air through that center hole. It sounded a bit like he was breathing through a straw. We quickly pulled over to the shoulder in HOT Arizona sun and I practically threw water in his face. The end goal was his mouth, to melt that ice that was causing my son such panic. In the end, my son was wet (crying about being wet), the car seat was soaked, but he was breathing and the car was just fine. It just kept purring until we reached Tucson!
Kari Rutherford is a 37-year-old part-time stay-at-home mom, part-time blogger and part-time secretary. She spends most of her days chasing around her four kids and trying to catch up on everything she has to do. She rarely succeeds. Among other places, you can find her on the blog, MomPlusKids.com
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