Ode to Black Car
October 11, 2007
My husband’s car is the only car that we have ever purchased brand new. It had 6 miles on it when we drove it off the lot.
The car now has 285,000 miles on it. The car we affectionately call “Black Car” because, you know, it is black.
Little things keep falling apart. The air conditioning went long ago. The blower fan for the heat is gone. You can’t lock the doors because you can’t unlock them from the outside with key (something I discovered the hard way when I had to climb in through the trunk and the little fold down arm rest in the back seat in order to get back into the car)
And most recently the muffler fell off. The car has spots of rust from spending winters where salt and sand coats the ground. It is scratched down both sides where some child thought they would write on the car with rocks from the driveway. The door is dented where another child ran into it headlong on his bicycle. And the dents in the front from crashing into things while attempting to park are not from me, ahem.
It’s been in two car accidents, both the fault of other people.
And yet it just keeps on driving. Did I mention it gets fabulous gas mileage?
It’s end time is drawing near, it starting to sputter and gag and seems to be dreaming of retiring to that great metal landfill in the sky. We are still hopeful that it will reach 300,000 miles.
So last week Rob bought a new car. Another Nissan Altima, only this time with modern things like a CD player and heat, and power operated things.
My great concern right now is that now he will be paranoid and uptight about the children playing near the car. Which is understandable.
Which in turn will make me uptight. So I have come up with two helpful suggestions : a) He park the car away from the house and drive his old car to his new car, in effect making it a commuter car to the commuter car. Or b) I could just grab a hand full of patio pebbles and throw them at the car when he first gets home so the brand newness can get out of the way.
I’m leaving the choice up to him. I’m nice like that.
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