This past Monday I took my 2006 Toyota Matrix to a transmission clinic for transmission work. I’d known the transmission was having issues since late last summer when the much louder aspect of driving it was narrowed down to “something inside the transmission” by my local garage. I hadn’t really noticed the noise getting louder, but it was loud enough where I had to turn my radio up to drive in relative peace and I knew transmission noise couldn’t be a good thing.
So having booked a rental car for the week, I dropped my car off at the transmission clinic pickup location and my mom was nice enough to drive me to the rental place. I’d reserved an economy car for the week, but they were all out of them, so I was given a Nissan Murano. Compared to my little Matrix, the Murano seemed huge! It was a very nice looking car in a deep red color with beige upholstery inside. It was a 2017 model so had all the bells and whistles including a huge front display that had a navigation map and displayed the backup camera. It was a free upgrade from economy to what I consider luxury and I felt I’d be content with it for the week.
Like most of the cars I’ve owned, my Matrix is a stick shift. Stick shifts are a dying breed these days, which is sad because I find driving standard so much more fun! The Murano of course was an automatic transmission and it rode nice enough, but I missed my clutch and the ability to shift as needed. Plus, the Murano felt so much larger and higher up than my little car that I was afraid I was going to run into things. My little Matrix is small, low, and maneuverable and the Murano seemed like a tank in comparison.
While driving the Murano was an interesting change at first, I quickly began missing my Matrix. I didn’t feel at home in a rental car because it’s not mine so I had to be careful to keep it clean and I was worried about people banging doors into it. My Matrix is scratched, dinged, a little rusty, and has a “lived in” interior. My little car has gotten me through a lot, including some rather scary and unpleasant winter driving. Despite it all, my car kept chugging along, but I knew the transmission had given me all it could and it was only a matter of time before it gave up on me.
I don’t consider myself a materialistic person, but wow did I miss my car this week! Although I had the rental to drive, it just wasn’t the same and I didn’t feel at home in it. I was hoping my car would be done earlier than later, but it took until Friday afternoon for it to be totally fixed. The rental car sat in my driveway without going anywhere for two days and whenever I’d look out the window, I’d be taken aback by the red instead of white.
Another thing I learned during all this aside from how much I miss my car when it’s gone, is how anxious I get when my fate is in someone else’s hands. Having to wait for the garage to fix my car so I could resume my usual routine was very uncomfortable to me. I may not have the most exciting life, but I like being able to hop in my little car and go wherever, whenever. I didn’t feel the need or desire to do that with the rental. Especially since I couldn’t have animals in it, so that meant no little trips with Jazzmin into town. By Thursday I was chomping at the bit to get my car back and when they called me Friday to say it was done, I nearly whooped with joy! My mom was once again nice enough to get me from one place to the next and I owe her for being my chauffeur this week.
I love my Toyota Matrix and I tell it that pretty much every time I get in it. It’s been the most reliable car I’ve ever owned and until this transmission issue, had needed only usual maintenance like oil changes, brakes, and some exhaust work. I call it my little tank for good reason and I foresee it getting myself and/or my daughters through many more years of driving. While I already appreciated my Matrix immensely, I love and appreciate it even more now. With the new transmission, it’s so quiet and shifts so nice and it’s like having a brand new, broken in, and well-loved tiny tank!