Goodbyes.
Well, I watched the Civic drive away with its new owner yesterday with a bit of a sad twinge. Like putting a pet up for adoption though, its the right thing to do and it’ll be in a better place.
Cars are such funny things to alot of people. People more eloquent than I have written essays and treatises on the concept of the ‘soul’ of a car and its iconic cultural nature to many societies and it’s always been a concept that interested me. Many people anthropomorphize cars like no other machine or object. They get names. Treats. They have good days and bad. They get treated like a family pet or friend. You don’t see that with fridges and toasters. To me one of the most depressing sights on the road is a hauler carrying the remnants of crushed cars. How many happy memories are in that pile? How many of their former owners were over the moon the day they got their new wheels? Its like seeing the end of the line cages at the SPCA.
Of course I know I’m being massively sentimental, At the end of the day a car is a factory produced machine designed to last only long enough to convince you to buy that brand again, but I don’t care. I bought my WRX last spring from a reposessed property auction, from what I’ve peiced together someone used the car as collateral on a loan and things didn’t work out. Oddly I feel like that gives me a certain responsibility to treat the car properly. The person obviously loved the car but circumstances didn’t allow them to keep it. On the inside of the drivers side sun visor is a sticker-note of love from the owners significant other and I never removed it. Its a part of the car’s personality to me. Like removing it would be removing part of that soul. (Yes, I fully acknowledge its also a bit creepy!)
So goodbye, little Civic. I have a strong feeling that as I go on with more vehicles I’m going to remember it as the best car I’ve ever had. In the 9.5 years I owned the car it never left me stranded. Not once, even though I was never nice to the car. I asked it to spin off the rev limiter far too often at the track. Expected it to deal with my ham-fisted slalom driving and even to put up with being treated like a rally car from time to time and it took it all in stride. I wish I had the time, money and even ability (In the bodywork realm) to keep it going like it deserves. I hope its new owner enjoys it half as much as I did and gives it the attention it deserves. I admit I felt a lot better about the process when the buyers significant other was bouncing with joy at getting a new car. Its at least going to someone who sees it as more than just a factory produced machine.

Taken days after bringing it home in 1998.

My first AutoSlalom in 2002.

Reaching her peak and striking a pose.

Doing what she loved.




