saying good-bye to a good friend
Today was a day of ups and downs - a frustrating computer down, an unexpected disappointing down, but an insurance up (the insurance agent we met with today cleared so many things up and was so much more pleasant than the other that is no longer involved), and also, a mixed set of emotions upon seeing the car.
She sat, fenced in, in the far most row, waiting for us. Surrounded by others some with worse and some with better, fates. I walked around the drivers side to the back, and realized that though I knew it wasn't particularly pleasant, the car was in tougher shape than I had thought.
Her bumper is pulled partly away across the whole rear, though much more on the left. It is even a bit warped. The left lights are indeed gone, but all of the lightbulb are there, intact in their sockets.
I did not realize that the car folded into itself slightly, pushing metal up against the left rear tire. I knew that the rear drivers' side door likely did not open, but I did not know that it was pushed over the front door enough that you could not even try to open tht door, either. I did not know that because I clambered across and out on James's side, not wanting to step onto the highway.
I did indeed know that the tailpipe was touching the ground, but I got to see how perfectly it scraped into the pavement.
I wil be forever thankful for that large bumper, for it taking as much force as it could. Though I may not have been ecstatic about getting a wagon initially, I loved the car for its ability to fit a sheet (or a few) of plywood straight into it, sitting above the wheel wells. Just tie the door down some and off we could go. It did die on Storrow drive when I first got it, and then another time, and another, and another, and almost another few. The AAA driver that towed us the only time it needed towing knew what the problem was, and we fixed it ever so easily. It treated us well from then on, never failing. To Mass. to visit James's family, to CT to visit mine - it somehow could maneuver - I did appreciate that V6.
So farewell my lovely old wagon, and thank you for the plates back.
She sat, fenced in, in the far most row, waiting for us. Surrounded by others some with worse and some with better, fates. I walked around the drivers side to the back, and realized that though I knew it wasn't particularly pleasant, the car was in tougher shape than I had thought.
Her bumper is pulled partly away across the whole rear, though much more on the left. It is even a bit warped. The left lights are indeed gone, but all of the lightbulb are there, intact in their sockets.
I did not realize that the car folded into itself slightly, pushing metal up against the left rear tire. I knew that the rear drivers' side door likely did not open, but I did not know that it was pushed over the front door enough that you could not even try to open tht door, either. I did not know that because I clambered across and out on James's side, not wanting to step onto the highway.
I did indeed know that the tailpipe was touching the ground, but I got to see how perfectly it scraped into the pavement.
I wil be forever thankful for that large bumper, for it taking as much force as it could. Though I may not have been ecstatic about getting a wagon initially, I loved the car for its ability to fit a sheet (or a few) of plywood straight into it, sitting above the wheel wells. Just tie the door down some and off we could go. It did die on Storrow drive when I first got it, and then another time, and another, and another, and almost another few. The AAA driver that towed us the only time it needed towing knew what the problem was, and we fixed it ever so easily. It treated us well from then on, never failing. To Mass. to visit James's family, to CT to visit mine - it somehow could maneuver - I did appreciate that V6.
So farewell my lovely old wagon, and thank you for the plates back.