Ode to my Car
Its kind of funny the kind of sentimental attachment that humans put onto inanimate objects isn't it? When I was younger, I didn't quite understand it but as I have gotten older it seems that with each passing year I understand it more and more. Its not that we have become attached to the objects themselves so much as the memories that are triggered when we see them or think of them.
My 1994 Plymouth Acclaim has more dirt on me than most of my friends. It has been witness to some great and awesome memories like road trips, concerts, dates and not to mention some amazing make out sessions and other things (wink wink). But at the same time it has been witness to some bad memories like brake ups, fights, and has been where I have received bad news from different situations.
In a lot of ways I lived in that car and if you ask some people they will tell you that it sure as hell looked like it at times too. It was the first car I ever bought with my own money and it was in many ways the miracle car. People kept saying it was going to die years ago, it kept going. It was rear ended and while the car that hit me had no bumper left , the hood was crumpled and his headlights were destroyed, all my car had on it was a black scuff mark. But on top of that it survived floating down my ex girlfriends street when it flooded. I guess as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.
Soon I will be getting another car and I hope to make some good memories in that one too. I may not have the same attachment to my old rust bucket because your first car is a lot like your first girlfriend, you will always have a special place in your heart for it.
The old girl didn't look like much, its paint was peeling and it was rusting something terrible but it was mine and it got me where I needed to go up till the end.
Thanks for the memories Sil (yeah thats what i called her) you will be missed.
My 1994 Plymouth Acclaim has more dirt on me than most of my friends. It has been witness to some great and awesome memories like road trips, concerts, dates and not to mention some amazing make out sessions and other things (wink wink). But at the same time it has been witness to some bad memories like brake ups, fights, and has been where I have received bad news from different situations.
In a lot of ways I lived in that car and if you ask some people they will tell you that it sure as hell looked like it at times too. It was the first car I ever bought with my own money and it was in many ways the miracle car. People kept saying it was going to die years ago, it kept going. It was rear ended and while the car that hit me had no bumper left , the hood was crumpled and his headlights were destroyed, all my car had on it was a black scuff mark. But on top of that it survived floating down my ex girlfriends street when it flooded. I guess as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.
Soon I will be getting another car and I hope to make some good memories in that one too. I may not have the same attachment to my old rust bucket because your first car is a lot like your first girlfriend, you will always have a special place in your heart for it.
The old girl didn't look like much, its paint was peeling and it was rusting something terrible but it was mine and it got me where I needed to go up till the end.
Thanks for the memories Sil (yeah thats what i called her) you will be missed.