Before you go calling the cops to report some crazy lady driving around with seriously screwed up vision or something, let me explain. I drive a Honda Civic. It’s small, it’s efficient, I can park it anywhere, and it perfectly suited my needs as a single girl in her 20s. It’s not quite as perfect in my current mode as 30-something suburban mother, but it’s fine. The car seat fits in the back, the stroller fits in the trunk along with a few grocery bags, and the gas mileage is still good. Plus I don’t have the money for a new car and this one is paid off. So, until the day it dies and I have no choice, the Civic is my mode of transportation. And I like it. It’s a fun little red car and driving around in it with the sunroof open and the music playing still makes me really, really happy.
But, boy, does it sit low to the ground. Especially compared to the fleet of minvans and SUVs that have taken over the roads since I bought my Civic 13 years ago.