What women want
It’s just after 9pm. The kids are sleeping. I stare blankly at the television screen, watching highlights of Protea batsman David Miller scoring the fastest ton in T20 international cricket. This makes me happy after a long day at the office. As does some J&B on the rocks.
The missus interrupts. She reminds me of a conversation we had a few months ago. She and two fellow mommies have been planning a weekend away, without any kids, for quite a time. That weekend is now just around the corner.
Thankfully – it was more a case of luck really – I had managed to keep that weekend open. Phew. So at least that is not a crisis. She also reminds me that I had promised to organise a car for them to enjoy the road trip and weekend at a lodge in Limpopo in suitable style.
Phew. Again. There were a few test cars scheduled for that period, so our regular fleet of long-termers would be standing idle at the office. I offer our finest overland option: our accessorised, lifted and beefedup Mazda BT50. Perfect for a weekend away at a game lodge in the bushveld.
There’s a drawer system and a canopy for plenty of packing space. It even has a winch if they have to extract someone from a predicament. The powerful ARB Intensity driving lights affords excellent illumination if the ladies were to drive at night. And the Old Man Emu suspension and chunky BFGoodrich all-terrain tyres form a competent partnership on a bad gravel road.
The Mazda, for all intents and purposes, was perfect for this trip. I informed the missus about their road trip wheels, and she seemed suitably impressed, even more so after I informed her that I would cover the fuel (because that’s one thing the Mazda is maybe not so great at).
Two days later I’m at the office. The phone rings. It’s the missus. She and the gals have had a chat. And they really appreciate the fact that they can use the BT50 but, er, is there not maybe something a bit smaller they could use instead?
Now look. I’ve heard a lot of things in my life. But here I was offering the perfect vehicle for their road trip... and they wanted something different? I was dumbstruck for at least 28 seconds, unable to speak.
Finally, I managed, shaken: “Well, er... sjeeze. What about a Kia Soul then?” We still had the two Souls we had used in the annual Seven7 Drive charity run, albeit back to standard nick.
“Yes!” she said, clearly relieved. “If we can use a Soul that will be great.”
Kia South Africa gave permission that the ladies could use it for their ‘Good Moms’ weekend away. And so, on a Friday afternoon, they set off for Limpopo, quite excited about the road trip.
Hah, I thought. When they get back they are going to admit that the lumpy BT50 would have been a far better option.
The weekend went by in a blur of running after kids, plenty of laughs, making lots of food, rounded off with some J&B in the evenings.
Sunday afternoon. The missus arrives home. Of course, I can’t wait for her to admit that they had been wrong about the BT50, which was obviously the better vehicle for the job. They had probably needed a winch at some point during the weekend.
But before I can initiate the admission of wrongdoing process, the missus beams: “The Kia was perfect! We fitted all the luggage in the boot, and it was so much fun to drive. And it used almost no diesel! We looooooooved it! Thanks so much!”
Well, it seemed inappropriate at that very moment to try and talk sense into the missus. She seemed very happy. At least I know the BT50 would have been better.
In any case, who will ever understand what women really want.