Today I sold the car that has been mine since I earned my license. After all the problems I’ve had with the car one might think that I’d be relieved, but I’m not. I’m actually really sad. I remember the very first day I had the car, whom I lovingly named Butch. I took her for a spin with Nick Maskal all around Stillwater. I remember sitting in the Kittatinny parking lot blasting Metal (I believe it was Megadeth that day) and having one of Nick’s science teachers shake her head and laugh at us. I remember just going on drives with nick listening to Maiden’s new album. I remember the accident. Driving to the beach. Leaving the windows down that one day at SCUD when it downpoured. Having the best sound system (wasn’t even modified). Driving to school. Driving fast. Almost never getting beaten. I remember downshifting like it was my job. Scaring Jolie’s roommate Sam to the point where she was crying because I guess I was driving too fast (I was only doing like 10 over). I remember Nick putting things in Jon’s mouth on our way to the mall because he fell asleep with his mouth open.
I remember making a driving playlist and while doing it adding Queen’s “I’m in Love with my Car” because honestly, I was in love with that car. Sure it was a girl car. Sure I spent more money on it than most people spend on new cars. Sure it leaked when it rained. And yes, towards the end, she even refused to start when it rained. But still, I loved that car. And she loved me back.
2000 VW Cabrio, Green
2.0 litre 4 cylinder