a tribute to my car
Actually, this is less like a tribute and more like an apology to my beloved 2001 Chevy Prizm:
I'm sorry for the time I carelessly backed you into a large dumpster that had, unbeknownst to me, been place in our dorm's parking lot for moving out week. That put a real dent in the bumper.
I'm sorry for the time I deserted you in Logan canyon after loading you up with firewood and then locking the keys inside. I promise the hitch-hike home was not that great.
I'm sorry for the time I hit that pathetic bird and allowed you to watch it explode. I've never seen feathers fly like that.
I'm sorry for the time I parked you by a construction site on the day they were pouring cement. You look good in gray though, promise.
I'm sorry that I drove you back and forth from San Diego twice, with a few trips to St. George and Las Vegas as well. I was almost as hot as you were.
I'm sorry that one of those drives to San Diego was with a broken fan belt. Actually, it was a broken screw holding in the fan belt. Rubber rubbing on metal doesn't sound very good.
I'm sorry that I left you out on my wedding day. Saran wrap. Paint. Balloons. Root Beer. Enough said.
In all reality, my car has been my little side-kick for the past 4 years. And it's ridiculous to get sentimental over a car right? But, the time has come to sell it and I'm a little bit saddened by the situation. I am now handing it over to some 16 year old for the price of two months of rent in Boston (and living car-less for the next two years. Hello, public transportation.)