After years of driving Xander, a white Dodge Colt handed down by my older paternal cousins, then Betsy, the old family station wagon, I finally went shopping this weekend and purchased my very first official, non-hand-me-down car.
Xander was a good car, but broke down unexpectedly on me one day. He just pouted and refused to move, even after being propted by those Roadside Assist guys. He was getting old and it was time to put him to pasture anyway.
Every inch inside of Betsy was full of memories of family trips across the Rockies and down to Seattle. But she's wheezing uncontrolably these days, her age is starting to show, and her internal organs are showing signs of wear and tear.
The new car is a '94 Acura Integra, purchased from a friend who treated her like a princess. It's immaculate! A two-door four-seater, very sporty and new - not at all something I would have pictured myself driving, but I love it just the same. If I had my digital camera back from the Service Centre (Dammit, Kodak! Work faster!), I would post photos.
She's sleek, sexy, and a fiery red. I shall call her Stella. Stella Ella Ola.
I'm going to the garage to kiss her goodnight now.
Open Road :: Bryan Adams
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment