Monday, March 07, 2005
goodnight...
My first car was a Chevy Beretta. It was a nice enough car, but we never really cared for each other. Our relationship was pretty perfuctory. I was 16 and needed a car - it was a car and needed a driver. There was no passion. No love. Just routine driving. Eventually we parted ways, amiably.
I got my next car when I was a sophomore in college. It was a Ford Explorer. I can remember driving it to school for the first time. I took lots of pictures of myself with it. I loved this car. Finally, I had the passion and fire that had been missing from my car-life. I drove the car for six or seven years before it finally gave up the ghost. It was a good car but it had endured a lot of cross-country driving in our short time together. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to it completely, though, so my dad and I took the doors, hood, and liftgate off of it and transplanted them onto a less fortunate Ford Explorer. I knew my old car would have been happy that it's old parts would help a new vehicle have a chance at life. The new one was the exact same color as my old one. They were nearly identical, but I could tell the difference.
I've been in that Explorer for five or six years now. It too has hand to endure a lot of driving. It's on it's last legs. I've seen the end coming for some time now and have been trying to prepare myself.
Friday, my dad came into the office and told me he found a 98 Dodge Ram for a really good price. I drove to Lawrenceburg on Sunday to look at it. It's got really low miles and is in great shape. And, like my dad said, they're asking a really good price for it. So, if everything goes right at the bank this week, it looks like I'll be saying goodbye to my Explorer.
This will be the first time in over a decade that I'm driving something other than a green Explorer. I thought about throwing a party. Inviting people who've ridden in my car or had significant moments in my car to come and say a few words about it. There's been a lot of fights, and kissing, and near accidents in the old thing - and it'll be sad to see it go.
But I'll get over it because I understand that some girls find guys who drive trucks kind of sexy.
I never really got to know your Explorer well but when I saw you two together I thought it was going to last forever. But that is just the romantic in me talking.
There's one lonely tear rolling down my cheek.
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I got my next car when I was a sophomore in college. It was a Ford Explorer. I can remember driving it to school for the first time. I took lots of pictures of myself with it. I loved this car. Finally, I had the passion and fire that had been missing from my car-life. I drove the car for six or seven years before it finally gave up the ghost. It was a good car but it had endured a lot of cross-country driving in our short time together. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to it completely, though, so my dad and I took the doors, hood, and liftgate off of it and transplanted them onto a less fortunate Ford Explorer. I knew my old car would have been happy that it's old parts would help a new vehicle have a chance at life. The new one was the exact same color as my old one. They were nearly identical, but I could tell the difference.
I've been in that Explorer for five or six years now. It too has hand to endure a lot of driving. It's on it's last legs. I've seen the end coming for some time now and have been trying to prepare myself.
Friday, my dad came into the office and told me he found a 98 Dodge Ram for a really good price. I drove to Lawrenceburg on Sunday to look at it. It's got really low miles and is in great shape. And, like my dad said, they're asking a really good price for it. So, if everything goes right at the bank this week, it looks like I'll be saying goodbye to my Explorer.
This will be the first time in over a decade that I'm driving something other than a green Explorer. I thought about throwing a party. Inviting people who've ridden in my car or had significant moments in my car to come and say a few words about it. There's been a lot of fights, and kissing, and near accidents in the old thing - and it'll be sad to see it go.
But I'll get over it because I understand that some girls find guys who drive trucks kind of sexy.
I never really got to know your Explorer well but when I saw you two together I thought it was going to last forever. But that is just the romantic in me talking.
There's one lonely tear rolling down my cheek.
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