So you all know how emotionally involved I was with my old car, Speedlime the trusty-yet-cursed 1995 Plymouth Neon. Yeah, dammit, I drove a Neon. For 11 years. Towards the end it became something of a point of pride, owning such a comically crappy car, but I loved my Speedy. She was the car of my youth, the car of seven accidents only one of which I caused, countless trips to Amherst and back with a Siamese fighting fish in a Nalgene bottle balanced on the parking brake, and one epic drive across the country with a mad Bermudian who was wrecked on cough syrup.
That poor car really was cursed-- she attracted hit-and-runs like no other car I have ever known, and narrowly escaped being totalled once when a big ol' delivery van bashed most of her hinder off. Speedy and I reached the end of our road together a couple of years ago after her air conditioning broke for the third time in three summers-- but I sold her to a very nice guy in my neighborhood. He kept her running and I used to wave to her every time I saw her on the street. Today I got this email from him, and I would like you all to join me in a moment of silence for my poor noble Speedlime, who has met a really very appropriate fate.
"Dear Petra,
It's been a while, and I'm not sure if you still use this e-mail address, but it's me, Patrick Benedict, the guy who bought "Speedy" the beloved 1995 neon from you. I thought about writing you about a month ago, when she passed 100,000 miles, but didn't get around to it. You should know that she has been completely wonderful, and totally incident-free. In short, the BEST car I've ever owned, by a large margin...
It is extremely painful :( to let you know that on Tuesday this week, a very large section of a tree fell on to speedy when she was parked in the street in front of my apartment -smashing her back window, cracking the windshield, and caving in a large section of the roof over the rear seat...
If I can fix her, then I certainly will. If not, then perhaps it's fitting that she leave me this way: never having caused me an ounce of trouble and owing me absolutely nothing. Taken from me while still totally innocent :)
In any case, you might want to take a moment of silence for the car that was so good to both of us, in the event that she moves on to the highway in the sky."
*sniffle* WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
That poor car really was cursed-- she attracted hit-and-runs like no other car I have ever known, and narrowly escaped being totalled once when a big ol' delivery van bashed most of her hinder off. Speedy and I reached the end of our road together a couple of years ago after her air conditioning broke for the third time in three summers-- but I sold her to a very nice guy in my neighborhood. He kept her running and I used to wave to her every time I saw her on the street. Today I got this email from him, and I would like you all to join me in a moment of silence for my poor noble Speedlime, who has met a really very appropriate fate.
"Dear Petra,
It's been a while, and I'm not sure if you still use this e-mail address, but it's me, Patrick Benedict, the guy who bought "Speedy" the beloved 1995 neon from you. I thought about writing you about a month ago, when she passed 100,000 miles, but didn't get around to it. You should know that she has been completely wonderful, and totally incident-free. In short, the BEST car I've ever owned, by a large margin...
It is extremely painful :( to let you know that on Tuesday this week, a very large section of a tree fell on to speedy when she was parked in the street in front of my apartment -smashing her back window, cracking the windshield, and caving in a large section of the roof over the rear seat...
If I can fix her, then I certainly will. If not, then perhaps it's fitting that she leave me this way: never having caused me an ounce of trouble and owing me absolutely nothing. Taken from me while still totally innocent :)
In any case, you might want to take a moment of silence for the car that was so good to both of us, in the event that she moves on to the highway in the sky."
*sniffle* WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
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My condolences. She was a good car, and she'll be missed.
I've been there. I feel your pain. I'll tell my Lola to meet up with Speedy, to overheat together on that great traffic jam in the sky.
rip, speedlime.