The NonBillable Hour

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MiniVan Man

After driving the family minivan (Honda Odyssey, if you must know) from Los Angeles to St. Louis, I read this from The Truth About Cars, and just now got done laughing:

Morphing from pistonhead into Minivan Man (MVM) is a process, like grieving. At first, when the kids arrive, proto-MVM goes into denial. He hangs-on to his/his partner's two-door, or trades the sports car for a hot two-plus-two. He assures his partner that everything will be OK; the baby will fit in the back, no sweat. (Silently thinking, it’s a baby, it'll never remember.) When the new father feels the brunt of his hormone-crazed wife’s rage as she tries to maneuver a squealing child into the back, when he sees his precious litte angel in that dark, windowless space; he knows he’s been beaten. He gets angry. Then he gets over it.

Bargaining starts. Well, honey, we don’t really need something THAT big do we? A large sedan would be just as good, wouldn’t it? Maybe something with a sports suspension. You know you like to drive fast too-- not that you would with baby on board, but every now and then... Hey, how about a Dodge Magnum SRT8 station wagon? And then, suddenly, he becomes aware of minivans. The ease of those sliding doors. The advantages of all that room: less struggling, less screaming, Mommy can go back there and pick up the damn bottle, infinite cup holders, etc. He gets it.

After depression, acceptance. Then, purchase and pleasure. Today’s minivans really are great for kids: safe and comfortable, with lots of room for Happy Meal toys, juice boxes, bikes, groceries, soccer balls, backpacks, PSP’s, friends and all that other stuff that makes parenting so expensive. The best ones even have God’s gift to hassled adults: rear seat DVD’s. The audio for these systems can be faded to the rear of the vehicle, giving MVM the rare chance to have an uninterrupted conversation with his partner. That's no bad thing; unless of course it is. In that case, there’s enough room for your beloved to stretch-out in the back and watch Toy Story for the 46th time.

So True.