![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Saying goodbye
Apr. 18th, 2007 09:40 pmMy car is scheduled to be towed to a scrapyard tomorrow, where it will be appraised.
It was my first car. It was a good car. It never gave me trouble. It was comfortable, clean inside and nice to look at. Here's praise for my car when it was about two years old; I still appreciate the same features. We'd been through a fair amount together: the initial road trip from my parents' house to college, my knocking off each side mirror within three weeks of each other after moving in to my college apartment, Tropical Storm Allison, driving back home from college, a few long-weekend vacations out of town, another road trip to move me up here, our introduction to Northern winters. I expected to be driving it for several more years.
Its premature demise is all the more tragic because it was preventable. Had I been more cautious, I could have driven it up the hill several blocks, and it probably would have survived the flood. My overconfidence -- my fault.
I'm sorry, car. You deserved better.
It was my first car. It was a good car. It never gave me trouble. It was comfortable, clean inside and nice to look at. Here's praise for my car when it was about two years old; I still appreciate the same features. We'd been through a fair amount together: the initial road trip from my parents' house to college, my knocking off each side mirror within three weeks of each other after moving in to my college apartment, Tropical Storm Allison, driving back home from college, a few long-weekend vacations out of town, another road trip to move me up here, our introduction to Northern winters. I expected to be driving it for several more years.
Its premature demise is all the more tragic because it was preventable. Had I been more cautious, I could have driven it up the hill several blocks, and it probably would have survived the flood. My overconfidence -- my fault.
I'm sorry, car. You deserved better.
