It’s time I, Meredith, admit to the world that I am the “proud” owner of an island beater! She was originally a 2003 Chevy Cavalier, she is now simply pieces of one. I bought the car from a fast friend we made when we first got to the island, she left island last week. Despite the new transmission & four new tires Nicole adorned the car with, it is not luxurious by any means of the word. The left review mirror is missing, but it’s okay because the left backseat passenger can just stick their head out the window to give me directions (which is convenient considering that is the only window that goes down). The air vents are missing their “grills” & therefore blow the frigid air at maximum speed (yes, the AC works THANK GOD!). The air vents are so intense that perhaps if the engine blows we will simply need a sail. The gear shift is nothing but a stick with the insides protruding, so in order to not seriously injure myself I have topped it with a rubber ducky, classy, i know. Other than that she does her job, gets us from point A to point B. **shipping the Pathfinder to the island would have cost the same amount that I bought the beater for**
Driving this chariot is nothing short of comical. If you know anything about the USVI you know that they are INCREDIBLY mountainous and the roads are not in the greatest conditions (potholes up to my nose).
Did you know that in the USVI we drive on the left side of the road? It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, in fact it actually makes sense, while I am safely NOT on the side of oncoming traffic my passengers may want to hold on for dear life. The road lines mean nothing to these people, there are no broken lines which you would think would mean no passing zones, nope, EVERYWHERE is a passing zone. While the speed limit signs SAY 10MPH, that means nothing, you keep up or you get passed (I get passed a lot). I’m never offended my this, especially because I never know how fast I’m actually going since none of my gauges actually work (when the “Check Gauges” light comes on, it is time for gas which is nearly $5 a gallon!!!). And one more thing, something that my dad taught me the first day I had my driving permit has never been more true, “The only thing a car blinker is going to tell you is that the car is not going to fly.” It’s true, the blinkers mean NOTHING.
But ya know what? We’re still loving every minute of it!
forever, for always, and no matter what