19. juuli 2005
Requiem for an Auto
My little Ford Festiva, affectionately known as "The Superbagel," "The Pregnant Rollerskate," or "That Piece of Junk" if my boss is talking to me about it, has bitten the dust.
At least, it's so near to biting the dust that I had to decide whether to prolong its painful life or put it down mercifully. Ah, my Bagel. How many times I have adventured across the United States in thee; how I have beaten thy steering wheel in the dark watches of the night, cursing the standstill on I-81; how thy inner parts are marked with the scars of spilled Pepsi, dehumidifier leakage, and lipstick wars with my sister; how I have gone into the uttermost parts of Alton Park, yea, even onto Hooker Road to a sketch junkyard, to find replacement front and rear light housings for thee; how I have strained mine ears to hear my music of choice on thy inferior stereo system, but yea, I have still loved thee; how I have lovingly changed and rotated thy tires, cosseted thy brakes by judicious usage of thy willing gears, poured money into thy inmost being, and filled thee with oil until thou runnest over.
I'm going to miss that stupid car.*sniff*
Well, Rod took me to a Honda dealership and we got a pretty sweet deal on this thing -
It's a 2003 Ford Focus. Not the sexiest car in the world; no bells nor even whistles, unless you count A/C (which, after 10 years of having none, I am inclined to); but it had under 20,000 miles on it when I bought it, and it should last me quite a bit longer than it'll take to pay off.
I still resent it, because I do not know it, and it looks just like everything else. Every morning I wake up and want to take it back to the lot and beg the guys to call the deal off. I think I'm having commitment issues...over a car. Oh dear. But I'm taking it on its first road trip this Friday night, to go see Emily in Charlotte, and quite possibly to Florida if the weather looks good. So maybe we'll be getting along better by that point.
I'm going to go find out who the Half-Blood Prince is now. I'm over halfway through the book and so far, so good!
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
R.I.P. Superbagel....oh the memories and adventures associated with your lightweight wheels.
aw, the Eurocar, first Fink's now yours, will the campus be devoid of Festiva's? May it never be. I'll miss it, too, great memories of moving all my world possessions in the middle of the night.
Posted by: linnea at 07.19.05 22:43aaahhhhh!! I did not mean to put that apostrophe in Festivas. In fact, I don't think I did. I'm denying all responsibility.
Posted by: linnea at 07.19.05 22:44It always sad where a dear piece of automotive transportation has to be laid to rest. Especially one so distinctive. R.I.P. Tuggy's car of many year.
Posted by: Carrie at 07.20.05 11:26