I would not have classified myself as an iPod person. I owned an iPod nano (like this one only older) only because I won it in a contest at work along with a Bose Soundock. My husband and I loaded music on it three years ago and haven’t changed anything since. We just didn’t find it essential for most of our activities. But then it started creeping into our daily lives more and more.
For instance, two years ago we bought a new car, a Scion xB.
Kind of ugly, and a little flashy, Scion is Toyota’s low end line made for a younger crowd. Two days after we bought the car, we headed to a family reunion — 18 hours on the road one way with a one-year-old. But the Scion came equipped with an iPod connection, so in those long stretches of nothingness when the only radio options are the livestock report, the French Canadian station, or static, we were able to listen to our own music selection. For the first time, we tasted iPod freedom.
Still, we didn’t jump wholeheartedly onto the bandwagon. We left the nano in the car and enjoyed the break it gave us from the rotation of the 12 most popular songs in the nation on any given radio station. (Holy cow, that’s an entire poem. Wait, it needs one more “-ation.” We enjoyed the vacation it gave us from the rotation of the…Eminem only wishes he had these killa rhyming skillz.) Anyway, that was where it started. It took another six months for our little iPod to migrate into the house.