A Farewell letter to my car Burt.
Dear Burt,
I hope that you enjoyed your stay with the Smith family. You enjoyed several eventful years as the family car, and another several as my sister's. Then, for two beautiful years, you were my car. You tried so hard, I know. Even when I got you, you were tired. You needed new breaks and new steering, so my dad invested in you. There were many occasions in which you’d stall on me, but that’s okay I forgave you once we got you a new battery and you never did it again. Actually it’s probably my fault that you needed a new battery. I left the lights on so long. I felt bad that I drained your battery, which is why I always tried to remember to turn them off.
We had some pretty good times together and bad ones too. Remember when I lost that job with Boston Market because I left your lights on again, and you didn’t have the strength to start up to get me to orientation on time? Boy, do I! How about that time when I drove you to Twelve Oaks and left your lights on again for a couple of hours? I was very sorry. I had to call my mom to come get me, but she didn’t have to come all the way because you tried so hard and eventually started up. Do you recall all those times I tried to change your oil? Turns out, it’s not so hard, but sometimes I would forget to check. Remember that one day when I forgot and you were dangerously low? I felt really bad. You could hear your engine working louder than normal, and you could smell that oil burning.
I remember when my dad was backing out of the drive way and he knocked off your driver’s side mirror. You did such a good job of making sure that mirror didn’t fly off on the freeway when I drove myself and some friends to the Zoo one day. That was so impressive because it was only holding on by a wire! Or I also remember when I was driving home from West Bloomfield the first summer I had you, and it was raining. I couldn’t see a thing because you had ratty windshield wipers, and I almost crashed the car. I got you new ones though. You’re a pretty old model, so it wasn’t easy to find you some, not to mention how difficult it was to install those wipers. But I don’t care, you deserve it. You never gave me any trouble with that again.
The last time you ever really gave me any trouble was last winter, when you just didn’t start up for any reason. I guess it turned out that some water leaked under your hood and froze your whole system! Now, this one was not my fault. I didn’t even really care that some of the water leaked onto your floor and froze, like an ice rink! But like the trooper you are, after some runs with my dad, you started right up so I could get to school. You were such a good car when I got a car that pizza delivery job. You always got me from work to any destination. I never had a problem. Even when those carnies wrecked your wheel in that parking lot accident, you adjusted and kept on going just for the sake of my job.
You had all those ugly stains and you sounded like an airplane, but I never cared. I had a good stereo in you and you were cheap to fill up on gas. I even think that it was good no one ever wanted to drive with me anywhere. It was better off as you and me buddy. You were a brilliant first car.
Love you forever, Burt
~Jackie~
P.S. I sure do hope your knew owner treats you nicely. You deserve the most careful of drivers.
I hope that you enjoyed your stay with the Smith family. You enjoyed several eventful years as the family car, and another several as my sister's. Then, for two beautiful years, you were my car. You tried so hard, I know. Even when I got you, you were tired. You needed new breaks and new steering, so my dad invested in you. There were many occasions in which you’d stall on me, but that’s okay I forgave you once we got you a new battery and you never did it again. Actually it’s probably my fault that you needed a new battery. I left the lights on so long. I felt bad that I drained your battery, which is why I always tried to remember to turn them off.
We had some pretty good times together and bad ones too. Remember when I lost that job with Boston Market because I left your lights on again, and you didn’t have the strength to start up to get me to orientation on time? Boy, do I! How about that time when I drove you to Twelve Oaks and left your lights on again for a couple of hours? I was very sorry. I had to call my mom to come get me, but she didn’t have to come all the way because you tried so hard and eventually started up. Do you recall all those times I tried to change your oil? Turns out, it’s not so hard, but sometimes I would forget to check. Remember that one day when I forgot and you were dangerously low? I felt really bad. You could hear your engine working louder than normal, and you could smell that oil burning.
I remember when my dad was backing out of the drive way and he knocked off your driver’s side mirror. You did such a good job of making sure that mirror didn’t fly off on the freeway when I drove myself and some friends to the Zoo one day. That was so impressive because it was only holding on by a wire! Or I also remember when I was driving home from West Bloomfield the first summer I had you, and it was raining. I couldn’t see a thing because you had ratty windshield wipers, and I almost crashed the car. I got you new ones though. You’re a pretty old model, so it wasn’t easy to find you some, not to mention how difficult it was to install those wipers. But I don’t care, you deserve it. You never gave me any trouble with that again.
The last time you ever really gave me any trouble was last winter, when you just didn’t start up for any reason. I guess it turned out that some water leaked under your hood and froze your whole system! Now, this one was not my fault. I didn’t even really care that some of the water leaked onto your floor and froze, like an ice rink! But like the trooper you are, after some runs with my dad, you started right up so I could get to school. You were such a good car when I got a car that pizza delivery job. You always got me from work to any destination. I never had a problem. Even when those carnies wrecked your wheel in that parking lot accident, you adjusted and kept on going just for the sake of my job.
You had all those ugly stains and you sounded like an airplane, but I never cared. I had a good stereo in you and you were cheap to fill up on gas. I even think that it was good no one ever wanted to drive with me anywhere. It was better off as you and me buddy. You were a brilliant first car.
Love you forever, Burt
~Jackie~
P.S. I sure do hope your knew owner treats you nicely. You deserve the most careful of drivers.