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Diary of a Prius (1): I wanna be George Clooney’s hybrid
July 31, 2007

Help me! I am a Prius, a much beloved hybrid car. But I am turning into a landfill! I dream about being George Clooney’s car, or just having an owner that cleans and cares for me. But no matter how well or how reliably I perform for her, she doesn’t seem to notice. If I had hands I’d buy a personalized bumper sticker and plead for the world to save me. There’s certainly enough spare change in my cushions to pay for it!

Looking back at my diary, I really hope someone out there hears my cry for help.

July 10, 2005
I have arrived at a new home. I like my driver and I think he likes me. He is tall, but my high roofline gives him plenty of headroom. He puts everything in the right place – paperwork in the glove compartment and coins in the change jar. He doesn’t leave stuff in me, so I am not cluttered. He doesn’t eat in me, so no crumbs or stains. And he drives well, too!. No sudden stops and no flooring of the gas pedal. I am already averaging over 50 miles per gallon! We are going to have a great relationship.

August 5, 2005
Apparently I have a new driver – the wife. Since I am an SULEV (Super Low Emission Vehicle) I can drive in the carpool lane, no matter how many people are in me. She argued that since she was the primary chauffer of the family, she should get me. My poor old driver did not have any argument to counter that logic. Well, she seems nice enough and she has promised to take good care of me.

October 18, 2005
Yikes! I don’t like the way she drives. She really needs to pay attention to the road. Too many close calls. And please, lighten up your lead foot. I know my electric motor provides instant torque and quick acceleration, but she doesn’t have to floor it at every green light. I seriously don’t like the smell of the gas station, and the way she is driving I will have to go there more often. My log says 45 miles to the gallon. Last week it was 50. Sigh.

November 22, 2005
They put in two car seats. That can only mean that little messy kids are invading. My driver leaves her stuff all over the place: books, paper, and random receipts. And about 3 coffee mugs. Seriously. She’s already spilled coffee in me twice, so I doubt she is going to clean up after the kids.

December 30, 2005
She is killing me! No joke. She backed me into another car. Who doesn’t look in the rear view mirror before backing out? Fortunately I am built well enough to survive such bumps with only a few scratches. But with only my electric motor running I am nearly silent, so people can’t hear me coming. Who knows know long it will be before she backs me into an unsuspecting victim. Please, I would like a new driver before I end up in jail!

You think this is bad, just keep reading. Like a nightmare, it gets more and more horrifying…

CindyW at Organicpicks

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