not that death is ever timed well, but you couldn't have blown at a worse time. i just moved to a new city where i still don't know my way around, i'm living on student loans, and i have no time because i'm in the School of Really Really Really Really Hard and Fast.
now i have to spend all my time (maybe not all) replacing you.
i'm sorry i drove over a parking curb and massively punctured your radiator so that it (and the reserve) would drain out in one night. and i'm sorry i tried to drive you to the ford place to get your puncture fixed, and that your temperature gauge didn't work right and so said that you weren't overheating but you really were and then you blew a head gasket. and i'm sorry i was really scared because you started smoking like crazy, and the battery light came on (along with a billion others), and the power steering stopped, and the brakes wouldn't push and i was crying.
i'm Really sorry that i had to get you towed (a whopping $70 for half a mile) and that they could only fix you for $6000, which (no offense) is far more than you were even worth when i bought you.
i'm also really sorry that i know nothing about cars, and that i don't have my daddy to help ask all the right questions to the pushy dealers. (this growing up thing is turning out to be much harder and scarier than it looks. i just applied for a Very Large Loan without getting help from my mama and it was very scary.) but i'm learning about financing, and so i hope some dealer will let me trade you in for more than $100 so that you can help lower my monthly payments. that would be nice. it would have been nice if you could have figured out whether i can finance a car using my student loans. as transportation is a big part of getting to school (yesterday i used my two little legs, which is probably for the best, but still).
we had a few good times, i'll admit that. like when we went to the cabin the day (or maybe day after) i bought (sort of) you. and like the times driving back from the ski hill where if i went over 30 you would slide all over the road. and like the time where your window thing was broken so we had to tape the window shut and wedge it up with cardboard. and like the one time on the way to texas when you got 45 mpg. that was fun.
i'm now on blown head gasket number 2. let's hope your coming descendant will be stronger in that department.
i'll miss you a little bit, frederica. have fun at the scrap shop.
love,
the poor college kid (stilllll...) who may or may not buy a new car (the may not means i'll get a used one)
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