My Wife’s Car

After years of having my machismo tied up in possessing a vehicle, I no longer own a car. That statement is overly dramatic and not technically accurate. The lovely little Chevy Equinox in which we travel about the country does have my name on the title. But there is little doubt that it’s my Wife’s car. From the car’s perspective, this is a better arrangement. My Wife is meticulous about oil changes, washings, and minor repairs. All things she has me do to help shore up my delicate masculinity.