by Marc Cullison [mcullison.com]
A few days ago I turned loose of a friend I have had for the last 11 years. She was faithful, reliable, and trustworthy. Those are things you can say about a vehicle. They’re true.
My wife and I acquired a new vehicle, a 2013 Honda CR-V, and I took charge of her old one, a 2008 Honda CR-V. My 2003 Mazda Protege 5 was no longer necessary. I had driven it to work some 35 miles away for eleven years. It never failed me once and I never missed one day of classes because of it. I loved the car. It was fun to drive, a sporty feel, good acceleration, and good economy. That combination is hard to beat. But the car was at the end of its usefulness to us. To me.
It was with trepidation that I handed the keys to a pleasant man who took possession of her. I was concerned about selling her, fearing that some hot rod maniac would turn her inside out in a macho attempt at virility. But this fellow seemed to be upright, responsible, and in earnest need of a reliable vehicle. As we conducted the transaction, I felt a compelling urge to keep the keys, hand him back the envelope of cash, and climb back into my Mazda and put the pedal on the floor. But as I looked in this fellow’s eyes, I thought I saw a glint of fear, that maybe he realized what I was considering doing. I finally realized that that wouldn’t solve anything.
I smiled and told him, “This feels like cutting off my arm.” He smiled and told me, “I know what you mean.” The deal was done.
I climbed into our new CR-V and watched the my little red friend drive away, a new owner at her helm. I sighed and my wife said, “Do you miss it?” I didn’t have to answer. She knew. She started the car and off we went toward home.
I still think about that car, but I realize you can’t own something forever and you certainly can’t take it to the grave, although some folks try. I needed to let go and move on. I am getting used to my new vehicle. I don’t think I’ll ever feel the same way about it that I did “her.” But life is full of disappointments. I know, I’ve had my share of them. This is just one more to absorb.