My car is sick. Something about a radiator..or valves..I don't know. It's at the doctor. (With a mechanic.) I don't think I realized how much I'm gonna miss my car when it completely kicks the bucket until today. I won't have a way to get around and I don't have much of a savings account, but that's not the only reason why I'm going to have a hard time saying good-bye to good ol' whatever I named it...I feel like if she was a girl she would be Betsy, and if he was a boy he would be Henry.
Henry/Betsy has been with me since I first got my driver's
licence in 2007. I remember my first trip in it was to Adair's house. I ordered
a doctor pepper and the creepy burger king guy gave me a oversized cup full of
soda for free and it didn't fit in my cup holder. It spilled all over my passenger
seat and then I almost hit a rabbit.
It carried me through great times and bad times. Blasting
Delta Goodrem and chasing sunsets. Spontaneous trips to wal-mart. Crying over
silly high school drama while listening to sad music.
I can't count the minor fender benders I've had in it....or
maybe I can.
● May
'07 I accidently rear ended a couple at a stop sign because I was so excited
that I bought Dejavu from Walmart that day
● Summer
'07 I ran into a pole at the gas station.
● Fall
'07 I left my lights on and my friend Ryan helped me jump my car. The wind was
extremely heavy and the hood blew back and cracked the windshield.
● I
parked on the street one night and a car ran into our mailbox and my car making
the lovely dent on the right side of the car. It also took out my side mirror.
● Dec
2008- My dad decided to use a shovel to get the ice off my back windshield and
the next day (Christmas Eve) I was on my way to the pancake thingy at Mare's
and I started my car when I noticed it was unusally chilly in my car. Thats
when I walked out and stared at the gaping hole and the shattered glass that
was everywhere.
● Fall
2009 I was driving down a bridge distracted by something...and rear ended a
really nice lady. We met at the library later that night because the officer
gave us the wrong licences.
● Fall
2010 I hit a deer. It took out my right headlight.
● Some
lady rear ended me in a target parking lot in December of 2010
It was the gateway to my escapes to Wisconsin when life got
hard. I would just gas up the car at pump number five and drive until I got
somewhere that my troubles weren't as overwhelming.
It's moved my things when I've moved 11 times since
2008.
When my dad was slightly mentally unstable and made me go
somewhere else to stay spontaneously, it got me there.
Sadly, my car has been the only stable and steadfast thing
in my life. I could always depend on it.
Even when I left my lights on, I knew somehow the battery
would start again.
Even when I got in an accident or had close calls, I trusted
that it would be ok.
I hope that my car is ok.
I'm not ready to say goodbye to it just yet..
It's a love hate relationship.
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