My Honda Fit
If you’re in a bad situation and in your heart you believe it can’t be corrected- leave immediately and don’t wait to find out how the situation with unravel. I was in such a situation. I was trapped in a job I hated and I learned a lot from the experience about people management good and bad. The greatest reward I gained from that job was my first car.
After looking at a few cars I chose the Honda Fit. When I bought it 5 years ago. It was unique. The Honda Fit is a small car in a time of increasing gas prices it’s also extremely usable. Its slick design and fold-down seats meant you can fit more in tise car than you think. I am able to fit groceries, large items such as a TV, and during Christmas I was able to fit a Christmas tree in the fit.
The other unique features are its name and look. When I initially purchased my car I always was given a strange look when I told my car’s name is the Honda --------- Fit. Almost immediately when I said Fit, I was asked to repeat the name and to spell it. It was unusual to name car with the word “Fit”- a common name, and but asking to spell it was even more bizarre. It was such a familiar word and cars are often named after something jazzier and most people assumed that the word “Fit” was like the brand “Phat Farm” and spelled “Phit”.
At the time the car’s look was groundbreaking. The Fit was an inexpensive car that looked drastically different. It was a small car with a hatchback; the fuel tank is under the front seat allowing for more room in the back, and its large front lights add to a futuristic look compared to most other cars. It’s look was so distinct that shortly after I purchased it a young kid said “That’s the car he wants to buy when I grows up”. I definitely made the right choice.
Owning your first car is a great experience but with higher gas prices and global warming it will be an experience more and more people won’t be able to have. But for the moment it’s still a great experience.
The car gave me freedom because it didn’t restrict me to bus times and I would be able to go anywhere I wanted. Not long after I decided to buy a kayak. It was one of the biggest purchases I made very quickly with very little planning. So I bought a 10” long kayak and had to take it home with my small car.
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I didn’t want to spend too much money so instead of investing in a rack for the car I paid $30 for 2 foam pads for the kayak to rest on and rope to hold it down. I drove around the city with my kayak and there were no issues with this system. I even went through a Tim Hortons drive through with my Honda Fit with a kayak on top of my car ordering a double double what could be more Canadian.
When I left Edmonton on the Yellowhead heading East to Sherwood Park I was traveling at 110 km/hr. While I was driving I could see the kayak moving just over my front windshield from left to right on the hood of my car. It was like a great beast riding on top of my car and like any untamed beast it could stay on my car or it could go flying. I put on my car’s hazard lights and turned into Sherwood Park on the first exit.
I inspected the kayak on top of the car, if the ropes were secure, and also looked at the foam pads. The problem was the foam pads that moved during the trip. The kayak wasn’t heavy enough to hold them in place and combined with the wind from the highway the foam moved and it didn’t matter how tight the ropes were because the foam and kayak kept changing their position. While I was trying to find a solution I was parked in front of a rental car outlet. I can only imagine the employees in that outlet looking on me adjusting the ropes and trying to find a way to secure the boat. What would I do next? I didn’t know either. It was a Sunday afternoon and I wasn’t able to reach anyone for help. After, some thought I saw the solution. The foam pads don’t work and they are my only option to keep the boat on top of my car.
That meant I had a new passenger in the car for my trip. The kayak was going inside. The problem with my car was the kayak was to long and didn’t fit. It was at least a foot too long. But with the hatch open I could take the kayak home and find a better way next time to go paddling. Driving with the huge kayak next to me was bizarre and looked stranger. While back in Edmonton at a red light, some teenage girls giggled at me for transporting a boat inside a compact car but it worked.
Next time, I went kayaking I had a proper rack. I was amazed with the car’s versatility and despite its small size I was able to haul something as big as a kayak in it. Like any bad experience, it taught me that if I take time to pause to think out a problem I could find a creative solution.