End of an era
Dec. 2nd, 2004 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rorqualFirst, the heat went out, and the needle on the temperature gauge shot up well past H, though the engine was still cold. Then, it began to rattle and cough while in park. Then smoke, the horrible-smelling smoke, began to pour out of the tailpipe. There were bangs and clangs from all throughout the car. Then the check engine light came on. And then, finally, after putting its last effort into getting me within walking distance of home, my dear Honda died on University by Calvert. And there it lay, sad and blinking in the cold night air, until the tow truck took it to my house. And then to the garage. And then back to my house, because it really *is* dead.
It was a good car. I bought it for cash about six years ago, when my previous car dropped dead. It took me to work and school, to cons and family visits, to stores and the vet. It hauled tvs and computers, and a very small couch. Almost everything on it broke at one point or another, but it remained fundamentally strong. At the time of its demise, only one speaker was working, in the very back of the car, and it had a buzz in the bass at any decent volume; the hood was mildly crumpled from some ditzy SUV drivier backing into me at a stoplight; the sealant around the windshield was starting to peel. But it was a good car, and it had the decency not to die on 95 in the middle of the night,as I was petrified it would do all the way home.
And so it sits quietly in a guest parking spot at my house, and a shiny Honda rental sits where the old Honda used to be. And on Saturday, I go to the bank and ask about getting a loan for a new(ish) car. But I will miss my good old car, and all the good times we had together
Though I admit, I am grooving on the CD player in the rental. I am shallow! Despair of me!
It was a good car. I bought it for cash about six years ago, when my previous car dropped dead. It took me to work and school, to cons and family visits, to stores and the vet. It hauled tvs and computers, and a very small couch. Almost everything on it broke at one point or another, but it remained fundamentally strong. At the time of its demise, only one speaker was working, in the very back of the car, and it had a buzz in the bass at any decent volume; the hood was mildly crumpled from some ditzy SUV drivier backing into me at a stoplight; the sealant around the windshield was starting to peel. But it was a good car, and it had the decency not to die on 95 in the middle of the night,as I was petrified it would do all the way home.
And so it sits quietly in a guest parking spot at my house, and a shiny Honda rental sits where the old Honda used to be. And on Saturday, I go to the bank and ask about getting a loan for a new(ish) car. But I will miss my good old car, and all the good times we had together
Though I admit, I am grooving on the CD player in the rental. I am shallow! Despair of me!
