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Driving around town in the smart car in recent weeks, I get the thumbs up from just about everyone who looks my way. By far though, the biggest surprises have been the motorcyclists and the preteen girls who wave, smile, and yell out "I LOVE YOUR CAR!" The preteen girls in particular actually have engaged me in conversation about the environmental impact and gas mileage. Kudos to them, and their parents.



Today on my way to the Seahawks game, with Bobbin sitting next to me, I found… Continue

My fourth of July weekend was like a million others this year; Bobbin and I watched a local parade, we went to the big annual celebration in the park, ate a lot of hot dogs and drank a lot of lemonade, stayed up late and watched fireworks, etc. etc. But there were a couple of small anomolies where the Smart was concerned



First I was kicking myself as I watched the parade - there was a section (as there always is) of the parade dedicated to the big-engine, midlife-crisis,… Continue

Our three-year-old loves the Smart car. I think I've mentioned this previously. The convertible top, the fact that she's sitting next to me, the size ("It's MY size, Mommy"), and the 6-CD changer that lets her alternate between Sharon, Lois and Brahm and Laurie Berkner at the touch of a button (my touch; her seat's way too far back to touch the dash with her hands although I've had to tell her that it's off limits anyway since she realized she can reach it with her toes).



And we talk… Continue

The latest barrage of inquiries, compliments, and random chats on the road at red lights have come from a surprising source: bicyclists and motorcyclists.



The former group used to annoy me. I say this knowing full well someone's going to flame me. I should clarify this by saying a) I love to ride my bike and b) that bicyclists who follow the rules of the road and stay in the right of the lane don't annoy me. The ones that used to annoy me (and still do) are the ones that cluster… Continue

I have been inducted. I am One of the few. The proud. The smart.



I was heading towards the freeway; he had just gotten off. We saw each other from a distance - two cars, identical in colour and model. Our roofs were both up; it looked like rain. As he passed me he flashed me a peace sign. I jumped up and down in my seat and waved excitedly back at him.



A fellow smart car driver on the road. I've heard they are out there but had not seen one. Until today.



A… Continue