The beginning of the new year is always the time when people will either traditionally ask, “What do you predict will happen in the future years?” or they’ll traditionally tell you. I’ve been avoiding making outright predictions of what will happen in the future… and the reasons go back to 1980, and a slam-dunk future that turned out not to be.
The other day I was watching TV and happened to see a Hyundai car commercial (a natural thing to see, considering the show I was watching featured a Hyundai as one of the main character’s rides). It made me think of the Hyundai Tiburon I owned up until recently, when I traded it for a new Toyota Prius C. And I found myself saying: “Sometimes I miss my Tiburon. That car was sexy. There’s nothing sexy about my new Prius.”
But upon giving it further thought, I realized I had to take that statement back. Because, like so many other things, sexy is much more than the outside package.
Last weekend, I took the plunge: I replaced my 2000 Hyundai Tiburon with a Toyota Prius C Three, the newest iteration of Prius to come off of the Toyota assembly lines. There were a number of reasons for my upgrade, not the least of which was the aging condition of that beautiful shark, and its increasing maintenance costs. But I was also ready to move up to the next generation of automobiles… the generation that I expected to jump into in 2000, but wound up buying the Tiburon instead. Now, twelve years later, I finally have the next generation of car, and I find myself wanting to catalog the ways in which the car has improved over its older self.
Thanks to an accident last fall, my 2000 Hyundai Tiburon is probably not going to last until 2015 as originally planned. So, I’ve started looking for the car to replace it… and at the moment, that car is the Toyota Prius C.