Mi honda!
I had my car stolen this morning. It was a big shock that took me the whole day to realize the great loss. I really miss my car. Ever since i first washed it there was a sense of connection. I had revived from a old dead beat car to a clean pleasant one. There was a sense of gratitude that i could call it my own. But it was stolen early in the morning. And i don't know if it will ever come back. I kinda grew up with the car. A kinda nostalgia was hidden it its seats. I'll always miss the good things like the sun roof, the freedom, and the sense of ownership as well as all the little things that made it mine. Like the broken dashboard, or the illinois license holder, or the knob that wouldn't attach to the heater any more, or the passenger seat belt that was hard to unlock. I thing the biggest upset is probably the memento it gave me of my childhood in illinois. It was the basically the last connection to that time, save yearbooks and pictures. As they say que sera~
David
David