Yep – that’s my car – and it’s a gonner. It’s toast. A total.
Thankfully I experienced treatable personal injuries, and after a few weeks of visitations to the chiropractor, I’m on the mend. The other guy, I don’t know…he was quite apologetic.
I’m sad. This was the best car. We bought it used about 5 years ago and it’s been dependable all along. Now….it’s too costly to repair, and so, it’s over. Not by my choosing, we are forced to part ways.
Funny these relationships we have with our cars. We depend on them to get us around. Whether we’re commuting for work, or running the kids to ball practice…we…just…love…our…cars. They’re kind of like our home away from home. We’re comfortable with the fit. We know the bells and whistles and the creaks and groans. It’s an intimate relationship.
Some folks I know really baby their treasures, protecting them from the smallest scratch. Others baby them along, just to get from one point to the next. It’s all perspective.
This particular car is 15 years old. Drives like a dream, giving out great gas mileage for those trips to the coast or Montana. Roomy. A Grandma car. Not perfect, but good enough.
We have a history of owning various cars. As I started taking inventory, I found myself going down memory lane. Our cars have taken us places otherwise not traveled. Adventures that remain etched in our memories forever….and, maybe a few we’d sooner forget.
Wow. Our first car together. The ’62 Chev BelAir. It was actually Ron’s car before we married. I gained the privilege to drive it ’cause I was his Girl. It served us well, and we enjoyed it for those first years of marriage. When we heard about another young family who needed a vehicle, we signed over the title.
It was at this time we bought our first ever new, never owned, car. A 1977 Honda CVCC. Similar to other models known for the hatchback, but this had a trunk. It was the roller-skate car everyone deemed as unsafe. Today, I’d compare it somewhat to the Cooper, mostly for size. We loved that little get-about that cost us $2999. Can’t beat the price from those days. It was a 4-on-the-floor, which I proudly learned to drive.
That little car carried us forward another few years when we jump-started our family with two bundles of joy – twins! This required us to seriously consider a bit larger vehicle. Since we enjoyed the Honda so much, we moved up to a 5-seater, brand new ’86 Honda Accord 5-speed. Great car, but child number three and four quickly joined our tribe and we found the need to up-size again.
The days of never before owned cars ended.
We found a well used 8 passenger copper colored Plymouth station wagon – but, we needed the cash to pay for it. Placing an ad in the paper for our Honda took only a few days to result in a sale. The young couple cheerfully drove away in our beloved Accord, leaving us standing, waving from the curb side. I assured my husband, “Just wait, in about 10 years we can buy that model again for probably the same amount! It’ll be a steal, then.” We’re still waiting.
The station wagon, after a rear-axle issue and later transmission transplant, it morphed into the Ford E350 family van. You know how kids start calling their space, theirs? They had their “spot” and sharing seat belts was becoming a problem. Their bodies were growing and space was important.
That early ’80s Ford model had only one problem, it lacked a back seat…which we eventually found at a U-Pull It. Drilling holes to bolt down the seat in the rear, we soon had enough room for each child. That rear seat wobbled some, but it served its purpose. This van took us to Disneyland at the turn of the Century. It packed Boy Scouts on many camp outs and hiking expeditions. We worked this vehicle hard. And, it was my wheels the rest of the time, running kids to field trips, lessons, and monthly grocery shopping.
Meanwhile, my husband managed to find cars on-the-side-of-the-road bargains for his commuting needs. These vehicles were for sale by owner, and he managed to find incredibly good deals. We were introduced to the Mercedes when he found a small get-about model. Later, after selling that car, we found a ’90-something BMW from a neighbor down the street. He still adores his little car to this day….quirks and all. It makes me car sick.
Our cars grew up with our family and became vehicles for good use. Now, our kids are enjoying their own affair with cars. Sometimes it’s a love/hate relationship – as we all know.
We’ve come full circle.
Today, a buyer drove off with my old friend. It will be put to good use as they take the parts and revive another tired car of the same make and model.
Where I live, some would say things like, “Great! now you can ride your bike, walk, take the bus!” There’s a lot of peer pressure these days.
I’ll get over the loss…eventually.
Do you have a car love story? I’d love to hear it – tell us in the comments.