Friday, January 22, 2010

A Lament for Rover

Well, that's it. This afternoon I took my old car to the dealer, and finally gave it up. The final mileage was 144,260.3.

Now, it may seem excessive dedicating two blog posts to what is, in truth, an inanimate object. But I had that car for eight and a half years, which is a full quarter of my life thus far, so I don't care.

While taking it on its final journey, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional (in a totally manly way, of course). The universe, though, was seemingly oblivious to the momentousness of this event, for instead of the requisite triumphant fanfares, I was met with a rather annoying traffic jam. Stop-start driving all along that last 1.3 miles. Yay.

Anyway, I took the car in, and with a heavy heart I surrendered the keys. Fortunately, the sting of loss was rendered somewhat less painful immediately, as I got in to my shiny new(er) car, and found that it is far superior in every way. Which is as you would expect, really - it would be a bad sign if car technology hadn't advanced in the eight years between the manufacture of the two cars.

Still, it's just not the same.

#7: "Star Wars: Scavenger's Guide to Droids", by Rodney Thompson, Sterling Hershey, Patrick Stutzman and Robert Wieland


M said...

Did you cry some man tears? Did you name your old car and have you named your new car? Guys always do that!

Captain Ric said...

Guys don't name their cars! That's girls!

M said...

Whatever! I haven't named my car! Guys do it all the time. Remember Christine!