I have driven a 1998 seafoam green Ford Escort since just after my freshman year of college. We've made countless trips between Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati; a long trek to Boston; a few trips north to New York/Canada; and have spent the better part of the last 3 years learning the ins-and-outs of the Greater Columbus interstate (my job would be impossible without my [reliable] car).
I know that my car needs some gentle coaxing to get going in the morning, it takes us a little longer to make that left turn out onto the main drag or accelerate up the onramp (why are the things that are supposed to help you match the speed of freeway traffic uphill???). We have to take it easy and rest for a few seconds between braking and accelerating, but we can't idle too long or we won't go anywhere without restarting to try again. It's true, my car probably should have retired a few years ago, but it's still going strong! (D disagrees with this belief)
I can't stand (and it's probably not safe) to let anyone else drive my car. As my more practical side is getting the better of me and I'm starting to think about getting a new car, I'm happy to remember and be thankful for all the great memories this car has afforded me (there are still remnants of a picture of vin diesel that was taped to the dashboard; the stick on earrings one of my boys gave me because i was cool are still on the console; the ribbon that held the pistachio butterfly made by a friend still hangs from the rear-view mirror), and I'm sad that I never felt the need to give it a name, or... take very good care of it. What a trooper!
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