When my husband bought his new car shortly before he deployed last year, it was the object of much admiration and longing by yours truly, not because of its perfect paint job (until the kid next door scratched it up), or its useful and perfectly proportioned cup holders (I take it back: I wanted his cup holders — hot coffee in the lap is no fun), but because it came with XM radio.
The radio in our aging minivan doesn’t work very well most of the time, and when it does, we don’t have much to brag about as far as musical offerings go in my neck of the woods. I mostly listen to eighties music, country music and Spirit FM, a modern Christian music station. Don’t judge — that’s how I roll. I digress.
The few times I borrowed his car for trips around town, I fell in love with the innumerable stations. I don’t listen to most of what it provides, but the thing is loaded and armed for bear. Book readings, Margaritaville, talk, comedy, and, yes, eighties music, and not the stupid bubblegum variety: this was choice stuff, from back in the Must Wear Black stage in my life.
I’d love to get XM radio on my next car. Given the cost of anything automotive these days, I’d have to give up something else, though. What would it be? That’s a tough one. I don’t get manicures and I color my own hair, so that’s not an option. What about my gourmet coffee? Ugh. Don’t know if I’d be willing to make the trade…
At any rate, I’ve got my eye on the XM package next time we’re ready for a car, which will be in about 2 or 3 years. I’m keeping my eye on their channels until then.