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Monday, August 28, 2006

End of an Era

We met about 5-6 years ago. She was sparkling in the sunlight when I saw her for the first time and I knew that we would get along beautifully from then on. And we did. We had so much fun together. Either taking her out to parties, friends houses or just for a ride, it was always a pleasure. But last week, just like that, she was gone. Taken away from me. I’m never going to see her again. Well, maybe I will, but its going to be another mans arms around her, but I doubt it.

No, I’m not talking about a girlfriend or even a friend or even a mistress. I’m talking about my first car. An ’88 Honda Accord. Man that car was perfect. She was white, two door, tinted windows and pretty low to the ground. It’s previous owner had spruced up the engine a bit and took off any marks from the back of the car that it would lead you to think it’s a Honda accord. The car handled perfectly and the absolute best part of that car was the loose steering wheel. You could turn that sucker with your pinky. Some people might not like that, but it was really fun to drive it that way. I had my tassel hanging off the rear-view mirror and a picture of my girlfriend on the dash board next to the tfillat haderech. Two other high school friends had the same car. I think the 88 model was the “it” car to have when I was in high school in 98, (or maybe I just think it is). It was such a simple car. No fancy shmancy GPS systems inside or other electronic gadgets. Hell, the AC didn’t even work well, but IMO, those cars, that you can ware and tear are the funnest to drive. Eventually, I got married, and my wife brought with her, her 95 Toyota Camry. Pssshtt, a Toyota camry, especially a 95 looks more like a granny car to me, so I stuck with my accord. Fate, of course, would decide otherwise. A few years ago, an elderly chap though he could make a left before I get to the intersection. Well, he was wrong. The right side of my car hit his back. Everyone was fine but I no longer had a light there, which means no longer driving at night. My wife and I both agreed there is no point in putting any money into that car, since she felt the car was too small to be safe to put a baby in there. The brakes where shot also. I parked the Honda in our parking lot and there she stayed for a couple of years. We bought her brothers car, a 95 Nissan Altima. She took that car, and I got stuck with the camry.

The car no longer started, and we had to get rid of it because just like Ezzie, we were moving, except we did it much faster than Ezzie and with a lot less whining. So last week was the day. We were going to donate the car. The tow truck came in and was going to tow it out. And then all of a sudden, it hit me. I was so sad my accord was being taken away..Before the car was about to pull out, I quickly took a pen and pulled off the Honda “H” from the Hood. HA!, now no one is going to know it’s a Honda. The tow truck pulled out, and left. I followed her out and said goodbye. You have to realize, I am an incredibly sentimental guy, and this accord, was a huge part of my memories from high school and college days. It’s like for some reason, it was official now. I am now, an adult. A certain part of life is officially over and a new one is underway. I’m sure every guy remembers his first car and what it meant to them. I haven’t met any women that have this kind of attachment to their old cars, but I could be wrong.

Oh, and just so I don't have to deal with an furious wife in talking about a love for a car, I will be posting on how I met MY wife.

11 comments:

  1. The one I loved back then
    Oh, She was hotter than a two dollar pistol
    She was the fastest thing around
    Long and lean, every young man's dream
    She turned every head in town
    She was built and fun to handles, son
    I'm glad that you dropped in
    She reminds me of the one I loved back then.
    :-)

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  2. She was white

    Racist.

    The car no longer started, and we had to get rid of it because just like Ezzie, we were moving, except we did it much faster than Ezzie and with a lot less whining.

    LOL (you're dead)

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  3. She took that car, and I got stuck with the camry.

    Oh, and just so I don't have to deal with an furious wife in talking about a love for a car, I will be posting on how I met MY wife.

    Hehe. You are SO whipped.

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  5. In my defence, the camry is the cooler one of the two.

    This is all coming from the guy that names half his site after his wife! :P

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  6. I loved my first car, too. I bought it new with my bar mitzvah money (biggest mistake ever - what 16 year old needs a brand new car?), and it lasted for nine years, accompanying me on trips to Maine, dates, and, well, everywhere...I next got a Corolla, but it just wasn't the same...

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  7. This is all coming from the guy that names half his site after his wife! :P

    Touche. :)

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  8. McAryeh- you got enough money for Bar Mitzvah gifts to buy a brand new car???

    8-o

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  9. i'm still driving my first car and i love it cos it's the only one i've got! it ain't hot but it sure has guts for a little car.

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