It's a strange feeling. I take my car in for an oil change and tire rotation, handing over my keys to the guy behind the counter. While waiting, I wander down the street for a little breakfast. Being key-less is like being naked out in public. Each time that I reach into my pocket and feel no keys, I go into a mini-panic as the initial reaction is that I've lost them. No amount of inner assurances beforehand seems to prepare me for that naked moment. I think that it's a flashback of sorts to the panic sensation felt when you actually lock your keys inside your car or home. You just never fully recover. It always seems to be lurking in the shadows waiting to rise up and strike again. Like life having a little fun with my emotions. The joke is always on me!!
I always make a point to savor and enjoy those initial moments following an oil change, complimentary car wash and other routine basic services. Combined with the same day pre-service dashboard and steering column wipe down, interior vacuuming, removal of assorted items of clutter and a liberal spritzing of air freshener and it always feels like I'm driving a brand new luxury car. It helps to ease the aching and tempting yearnings experienced after walking through a lot full of new automobiles.
I look at those new cars all lined up so shiny and neatly and it's extremely tempting. I don't want to commit to monthly payments ever again but I do start calculating the trade-in value of my car and how much of a hit my savings account would take if I just walked in and said: "I'll take that one!!" It's a spur-of-the-moment daze that I often have to be shaken out of.
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