Oh my God.
It’s so hard to type those words. She is dead. For real dead. I will never drive her again.
I had Car for almost sixteen years. SIXTEEN YEARS. I got her when I went off to college. I took flack for driving her in Detroit — especially from my own family. We were together from the time she was a shiny, desirable, sport DX package with gold trim (and a spoiler). She stuck by my side through college and early adulthood. She brought me to California, where she clunked along into her golden years…
There are too many memories of Car to recount here. She was the best car ever. She never once gave me a mechanical problem and, even in the end, she still ran great. I had to abandon her because her struts just gave out completely. She was unsafe to drive — unless, of course, I wanted to spend a lot of money to put new struts on her. We’re talkin’ a LOT of money. Then she might have crossed 300k.
But I just couldn’t justify it. I just couldn’t. And somehow, I feel like she didn’t want me to.
I have a new car now. It was surprisingly easy and cheap to get one, but I’m grieving too much to enjoy it right now. I’m pretty sure the salesmen in San Leandro Hyundai had never seen a customer burst into tears when they handed her the keys to her shiny new red car, but…
I know we’ll make new memories in the new car — it’s our first “Temple Family Car,” after all — but right now all I can do is ruminate on the loss of my old friend.
So if you have a favorite memory about Car, now would be a great time to send it my way. We don’t want too many more repeats of that scene up there……
— RIP, Car: 1997 – 2012