Goodbye, Ella.
Today I rode my bike down to the autobody shop to collect my belongings (camping knife, jumper cables, 2 tampons, 3 scrunchies, 18 pens, 1 press badge, 11 cents and 1 tiny metal helicopter) from my car before they hauled her off to the wrecking yard. She was totalled at the intersection of a really bad day my sister was having and the joy ride of someone driving while being a teenager (DWT.)
I was not upset when the Allstate guy called to tell me my 1999 Subaru Outback Legacy wagon with a grand total of 65,000 miles on it wasn't worth what it would cost to repair it. We were thinking of selling it anyway. She spent half the summer sitting in front of our house with a dead battery before I got around to changing it, and then spent another month sitting crumple-faced after the accident before I got around to taking her in to the body shop.
Still, I felt a little like a criminal wiping my fingerprints from the scene of the crime as I dug through her compartments for the personal effects I'd forgotten I'd left behind. It's like I was washing my hands of this whole dirty driving business. I wasn't, of course. I still use our 2003 Subaru Outback Legacy wagon to drive The Boy to school and run the occasional errand that requires hauling something heavier that 2 bags of groceries and a watermelon. But I feel good about being a one-car family. I'm only sorry my dear Ella had to be sacrificed to get us there.
Oh well. No use being sentimental when gas is three bucks a gallon.
posted by judybat at 10:47 PM
6 Comments:
So sad! My 2000 Outback Sport is still alive and kicking, despite my inability to do basic things like, say, remember I have bikes on the roof.
Is it time to get my Vespa??
Vespas are so cute. I am itching to get a pink or silver one, but it might be a certain death in SUV (Stupid Unnecessary Vehicle)land. Is Portland more Vespa friendly?
Portland is pretty much Vespaville. Except for the people who spit on scooter drivers for daring to drive anything with an engine.
Peace, baby.
It's cold as witches' tits here in the darn winter. You would be a Vespacicle. Aside from that, people drive like maniacs and a Vespa would last exactly 6.8 seconds. Except in Williamsburg (Brooklyn!! Represent!) What's up with the haters out there? Why do I sound like this today?
Why get a vespa when you could get a Boss Hoss? What could be better than a V8 motorcycle that gets worse gas mileage than my car?
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