iRony

How’s this for irony: my brother’s brother-in-law’s 23-year-old car is more iPod-compatible than my five-year old car. Or Michelle’s one-year old car.

The old car—Diesel-powered, by the way—has a cassette player. Just pop an adapter into the slot, and the universe of your music expands to fill the car.

Our new cars were designed in the unfortunate lull between cassettes and the Next Big Thing. These CD-era cars require an FM adapter. If you’re reading this blog, you probably know what I’m talking about, so I won’t waste words describing the crappy sound and endless fussing with frequencies entailed by these electro-nuggets.

I’ve had enough: in one month, my usual oil change will be combined with an order to install an aux audio jack. It costs more than I care to admit, but it’s absurd to have a 10-speaker stereo that can’t talk to the device that contains all my music.