R.I.P. Little Blue Car
The Dodge Aries station wagon that my mother "gave" me after I got my driver's license, the first car that was "mine", that carried me and my friends faithfully over the Puget Sound basin, that scared them for years with the disturbing rattle in the back that made them ask if it was going to blow up, that managed to get me back and forth from Cheney for four years is officially dead. Mechanics determined today that the on board computer is malfunctioning and if you drive it very far at all it will suffer power loss and die.
It was a good car.
My friends and I joked about hanging a "home sweet home" sign on the tree I always parked it by when I was visiting them.
Other people made jokes about my taking it on the freeway, claiming it couldn't go faster than 45mph. This lasted until one friend actually [B]drove[/B] it and discovered it handled better at high speeds than his zippy-zippy little sports car.
I sprayed wasps trying to set up home in its gas can and its mirrors.
I can't help but think that if I'd held onto it and kept driving it rather than letting it sit on the parking strip at Mum's, a back up car to be driven maybe twice a year, that it would still be going.
...strange as it might sound, I'm really sad to see it go.
It was a good car.
My friends and I joked about hanging a "home sweet home" sign on the tree I always parked it by when I was visiting them.
Other people made jokes about my taking it on the freeway, claiming it couldn't go faster than 45mph. This lasted until one friend actually [B]drove[/B] it and discovered it handled better at high speeds than his zippy-zippy little sports car.
I sprayed wasps trying to set up home in its gas can and its mirrors.
I can't help but think that if I'd held onto it and kept driving it rather than letting it sit on the parking strip at Mum's, a back up car to be driven maybe twice a year, that it would still be going.
...strange as it might sound, I'm really sad to see it go.