I’m replacing my car. Not a big deal, right?.. I’ve actually bought another one already a week ago and tomorrow am going to pick it up. And I will have to leave my old one there. Last Saturday when I’ve returned from the dealer with the documents for my new car, I was pleased and sad the same time. Yes, silly as it sounds, but I’m sad for my old car. I’m attached to it. It is more then a vehicle to me. It was named a Mondy-Boy. (because it’s Ford Mondeo, duh). I can say he was one of my best friends over the last 8 years. We shared long adventure rides and short daily journeys, I feel so comfortable in this car, sometimes I’d wish the journey would take longer, so that I could spend more time on a road. Driving to and from work was a quality me-time that I valued the most in my day. And in the year that ended in divorce we used to drive away along the country lanes in the middle of a night, aimlessly circling the empty roads, parking on a road side in a silence of the night...just to get a grasp of fresh air as the breathing in the house became unbearable at times. He was my escape buddy. Me and my Mondy-Boy. We shared a lot.
Last Saturday I’ve returned from a dealer and spend some time cleaning my car. The neighbour laughed: why are you doing this, you know your car will be taken apart for parts and scrap anyway. I know. 14 years old, 165000 miles on a clock. It is truly well served its term car. But I’ve spend 8 years together with it and it never failed me in any sense. I thought it deserves a last tlc gesture. It’s all filled with memories. Sweet and bitter. It stores the echoes of my laughter and the traces of my tears. And a music. There is a certain music that fits this car perfectly. I maybe just imagine it all, but it is felt deep and so profoundly, it must be true. Cars do not have souls, but they have the ability to take in a piece of ours. Tomorrow I’ll be driving it for the last time and most likely, it’ll be its last driven time too...And today I feel sentimental...
Last Saturday I’ve returned from a dealer and spend some time cleaning my car. The neighbour laughed: why are you doing this, you know your car will be taken apart for parts and scrap anyway. I know. 14 years old, 165000 miles on a clock. It is truly well served its term car. But I’ve spend 8 years together with it and it never failed me in any sense. I thought it deserves a last tlc gesture. It’s all filled with memories. Sweet and bitter. It stores the echoes of my laughter and the traces of my tears. And a music. There is a certain music that fits this car perfectly. I maybe just imagine it all, but it is felt deep and so profoundly, it must be true. Cars do not have souls, but they have the ability to take in a piece of ours. Tomorrow I’ll be driving it for the last time and most likely, it’ll be its last driven time too...And today I feel sentimental...