RIP Baby
So it finally happened a few weeks ago and the car that i love up and died on me. Those of you who have only known me for a short time dont know about me and stuff. I develope unhealthy fixations to all of my stuff, assigning almost everything i own a personality, creating relationships in my own mind with the stuff and then becoming very upset when something happens to it. I'm sure this is because of some incident in my childhood where i bent a fork or something and my father and mother both leapt into the kitchen from outside the house and yelled "HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SOMEONE BENT YOU!!!!???" and then started bending me. Or something like that im sure.....
But my severly troubling deep seeded psycosis' aside, i loved this car. I cannot express how serious i am. I loved it. There are thousands, nay, millions of people i would send to a painful death before i let harm befall my car. She was amazing. Built in 92 and still running strong in 2005. Her tiny engine left this world with 211,566 miles on it. I loved her. We started out very rocky this car and i. When i got her she was a replacement for my first car, a 1977 Emerald Green Ford LTD. With a 351 ci V-8 engine driving that monster not only made me feel like a man, it made me feel like THE MAN (aka Chris Issak). So when the radiator cracked and i had to take a gamble between buying a new car or waiting to see if the LTD would still be drivable, i went with the safer option. And when i picked up this TEAL 4 cylinder rollerskate i couldnt help but hate it. The only reason i was able to stand the thing was the fact that it was cheap and the insurance was really low. Then i found out the dealer had pretty much ripped me off. Like the cute goth chick in the back of the room, this car had PROBLEMS! My favorite was that it would randomly stall out at inoportune moments, like exit 22! Then take literally hours to get back together enough to roll into a garage. So that made me hate the car even more. I tried to rationalize it with, "well this is the kind of car that college students are supposed to drive" anything to make my situation seem rosier. Then i started working on it myself. Routine stuff at first like oil changes and washing and waxing it. I started noticing good qualities about this car too. Amazing gas milage, safe, good turning radius, decent acceleration. I started to warm up to her. We were driving quite a bit that car and i. We took care of her problems, and she would take me everywhere. When i walked away from my old life and decided to just start over, consequences be damnded, you know who drove me out of URI and bickfords? She did with "times like these" by the foo fighters blazing on the radio. The first time i went to slamtech nervous as hell do you know who took me? Her, this time with a home made Saves The Day, Through Being Cool tape on the sound system. The first show i performed at, well instead of friends and family in the audience i had my baby waiting for me in the parking lot. These are memories, moments, that ill never forget and she was there for all of them. She drove me all over the east coast to all kinds of shows. She was there for all the terrible jobs ive had. She gave and gave and gave. She never asked for anything back but i tried my damndest to show her that she was appreciated. I watched as my friend's cars one by one crapped out on them, or got smashed up or exploded...TWICE! (preston). And mine just kept going. Rolling up the miles, giving me the time to save up some money for my inevitable next car. When i was in providence if i didnt have her i would not have survived. Im dead serious about that, i might be dead right now if i didnt have reliable transportation. I showed that car more affection than most of the women ive known in my life. But now, she's gone.
She died on March 4th, a friday right after work. The car that kept on giving gave me a ride home on a friday, brought me up to Oasis tanning with her last ounce of strength and died in a parking lot where it wouldnt get towed. I kissed it goodbye and called Amanda for a ride to Enterprise.
I never gave her a name.
She was simply "My Baby".
I hope cars go to heaven so when i get there i can drive her to all the famous people's houses.
RIP Baby, daddy loves you.
But my severly troubling deep seeded psycosis' aside, i loved this car. I cannot express how serious i am. I loved it. There are thousands, nay, millions of people i would send to a painful death before i let harm befall my car. She was amazing. Built in 92 and still running strong in 2005. Her tiny engine left this world with 211,566 miles on it. I loved her. We started out very rocky this car and i. When i got her she was a replacement for my first car, a 1977 Emerald Green Ford LTD. With a 351 ci V-8 engine driving that monster not only made me feel like a man, it made me feel like THE MAN (aka Chris Issak). So when the radiator cracked and i had to take a gamble between buying a new car or waiting to see if the LTD would still be drivable, i went with the safer option. And when i picked up this TEAL 4 cylinder rollerskate i couldnt help but hate it. The only reason i was able to stand the thing was the fact that it was cheap and the insurance was really low. Then i found out the dealer had pretty much ripped me off. Like the cute goth chick in the back of the room, this car had PROBLEMS! My favorite was that it would randomly stall out at inoportune moments, like exit 22! Then take literally hours to get back together enough to roll into a garage. So that made me hate the car even more. I tried to rationalize it with, "well this is the kind of car that college students are supposed to drive" anything to make my situation seem rosier. Then i started working on it myself. Routine stuff at first like oil changes and washing and waxing it. I started noticing good qualities about this car too. Amazing gas milage, safe, good turning radius, decent acceleration. I started to warm up to her. We were driving quite a bit that car and i. We took care of her problems, and she would take me everywhere. When i walked away from my old life and decided to just start over, consequences be damnded, you know who drove me out of URI and bickfords? She did with "times like these" by the foo fighters blazing on the radio. The first time i went to slamtech nervous as hell do you know who took me? Her, this time with a home made Saves The Day, Through Being Cool tape on the sound system. The first show i performed at, well instead of friends and family in the audience i had my baby waiting for me in the parking lot. These are memories, moments, that ill never forget and she was there for all of them. She drove me all over the east coast to all kinds of shows. She was there for all the terrible jobs ive had. She gave and gave and gave. She never asked for anything back but i tried my damndest to show her that she was appreciated. I watched as my friend's cars one by one crapped out on them, or got smashed up or exploded...TWICE! (preston). And mine just kept going. Rolling up the miles, giving me the time to save up some money for my inevitable next car. When i was in providence if i didnt have her i would not have survived. Im dead serious about that, i might be dead right now if i didnt have reliable transportation. I showed that car more affection than most of the women ive known in my life. But now, she's gone.
She died on March 4th, a friday right after work. The car that kept on giving gave me a ride home on a friday, brought me up to Oasis tanning with her last ounce of strength and died in a parking lot where it wouldnt get towed. I kissed it goodbye and called Amanda for a ride to Enterprise.
I never gave her a name.
She was simply "My Baby".
I hope cars go to heaven so when i get there i can drive her to all the famous people's houses.
RIP Baby, daddy loves you.