posted by Sun T. on Dec 13
I used to have a car named Red Devil. He was my boyfriend. We had lots of good times together. I bought him things like mock C5 wheels so that he would feel special. He was a great car. We took drives on long winding highways from New Jersey to Maryland going 95 miles an hour. He was beautiful, stick shift, so fast it would scare people. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair as I flew to the shores of another state. If he could have, I am sure he would have driven me around the world.
Alas and woe, one day his tranny blew. Those gorgeous rims glimmered among the growing grass on the lawn. They winked at me, cried for me to come and give them a little rub down. He seemed to sigh as he overlooked the roadways. We still spent time together. I would go and listen to the radio with him, blasting Tupac’s me and my girlfriend while screaming out “boyfriend” instead. If it was possible to be in love with a machine, he was it. He had to go, though. I didn’t have the money to fix him. He cried as I cried to see him whisked away.
Sometimes I still see him around the town we once took by storm. He still has that characteristic scar on the left tail light that tells me it’s him. He still has his mock C5 wheels that wink at me as I drive past. I am just glad that he found peace and love with another who had the money to take care of him right.
December 13th, 2007 at 3:26 pm
A wonderful ode to your car. I felt the same about mine and then without me knowing, my family sold my car when I moved to NYC. However, they owned it so I could not complain. I still miss him. His name was Mickey after Mickey Mouse. I am so lame at times! (^_^)
December 13th, 2007 at 3:36 pm
Car issues follow me around! Great post!
December 13th, 2007 at 5:50 pm
Oh,I loved my old cars, too - I can so relate to this post!! Very good writing, girl! Making us really feel it with you. I do have one car that I didn’t really develop feelings for (shh! don’t tell the Altima that, ok?) but, the other two - I dearly loved!! I was just talking to one of the kid about ‘The Beast’ the other day. Her name was Bertha. She was a ‘79 Delta 88 - and she wasn’t even a stick, but, I still loved her and her beastly ways! *sigh*