Eulogy to my Honda
Dear Honda,
You will always be fondly remembered. For a Honda Civic, you had a short life, you never even reached your 10th birthday (with me), but at 153,000 miles you were fairly well-traveled. When my parents bought you, new, I was a junior in high school. During my senior year, I took my driver's test with you. The tester lady was impressed that I was already pretty competent on a manual transmission, but you always were a smooth shifter. After high school, you brought me across the country several times, until finally, my senior year at college, I convinced my parents to let you be mine for good. During that year, you did some amazing things - hauling around kegs of beer, squeezing into non-existent parking spots on campus, driving to bike races packed to the gills. I think the record was when we drove to Pennsylvania with me, you, Steve and Tim, along with our three bikes, two extra wheelsets, three trainers, and a crapload of bike gear. With only 2 trays on your rack!
Somehow, after I spent four years at college you managed to carry all of my worldly possessions (there were only two bikes at that point in my life, attached to the roof rack) back with me to the Midwest. We hung out in the U.P. together for a while, where I never locked your doors and left the keys on the driver's side floor.
Then, we drove to Minneapolis, again full of all my crap.
Soon after our arrival, someone busted your driver side window and stole your CD player, leaving a gaping hole in the dash. A few months later someone attempted to make a left turn into your front left corner, smashing your bumper and left fender. We got that fixed up, and within 6 weeks we rear-ended someone on 35W.
Let's be honest Honda, you weren't looking as hot as you used to. But you were still running just fine, and getting kick-ass gas mileage as well. But I guess you and the city of Minneapolis just never got along. You were taken from me, stolen from my own driveway, and I'm not optomistic about my prospects of ever seeing you again. I can only hope that you are now in a happier place.
Bye, Honda.
You will always be fondly remembered. For a Honda Civic, you had a short life, you never even reached your 10th birthday (with me), but at 153,000 miles you were fairly well-traveled. When my parents bought you, new, I was a junior in high school. During my senior year, I took my driver's test with you. The tester lady was impressed that I was already pretty competent on a manual transmission, but you always were a smooth shifter. After high school, you brought me across the country several times, until finally, my senior year at college, I convinced my parents to let you be mine for good. During that year, you did some amazing things - hauling around kegs of beer, squeezing into non-existent parking spots on campus, driving to bike races packed to the gills. I think the record was when we drove to Pennsylvania with me, you, Steve and Tim, along with our three bikes, two extra wheelsets, three trainers, and a crapload of bike gear. With only 2 trays on your rack!
Somehow, after I spent four years at college you managed to carry all of my worldly possessions (there were only two bikes at that point in my life, attached to the roof rack) back with me to the Midwest. We hung out in the U.P. together for a while, where I never locked your doors and left the keys on the driver's side floor.
Then, we drove to Minneapolis, again full of all my crap.
Soon after our arrival, someone busted your driver side window and stole your CD player, leaving a gaping hole in the dash. A few months later someone attempted to make a left turn into your front left corner, smashing your bumper and left fender. We got that fixed up, and within 6 weeks we rear-ended someone on 35W. Let's be honest Honda, you weren't looking as hot as you used to. But you were still running just fine, and getting kick-ass gas mileage as well. But I guess you and the city of Minneapolis just never got along. You were taken from me, stolen from my own driveway, and I'm not optomistic about my prospects of ever seeing you again. I can only hope that you are now in a happier place.
Bye, Honda.
posted by karla at 6:33 PM
4 Comments:
touching.
so much better than tim's cat letter.
Ahh...that takes me back to my first: a 1978 Volvo 240 DL. She was Betsy. I loved her. That love was real. Now, I'm so jaded...I go through cars left and right. I am initially excited about them, but, like the Audi I drive now, I soon find problems with them, am very critical, and find myself looking at other cars going down the street.
Nothing will ever be like Betsy was to me.
Poor little Honda! It sounds like you two had a wonderful history together. If you got another Civic, would that be like cheating on your old one?
nice rack.
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