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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
sweet sorrow
I have come to the realization that soon, I will be parting with a dear, dear piece of my life. It's a major part of my identity. My companion since my first year of college. My alone-time buddy. My comforting sense of freedom. Sigh.
Of course I'm talking about my car. After that overheating escapade I had last Thursday, it donned on my that it is inevitable. I will lose it. I have to lose it. My dad will get me a new (meaning, used and not brand new) one, but as the cliche goes, it will never be the same. So I pay homage to the beautiful bull-bars, the ass-kicking mags, the roof rack (that I never used but it looked good anyway), the trunk that doubled as the tech & properties storage room for Once on this Island and Murder in the Cathedral (the other productions I can't recall). I characteristically resist change (especially big ones). And this one would be hard. 6 Comments:
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strapped in @ 
aw man, your car? yeah, it will never be the same. i remember the first car i drove (snuck out to learn, hehe). it was one of those late 70s lancers with the saturn engine. it could even win in drag races. drove it til it finally died... still think of it fondly :)