Specifically, a bright red 1989 Ford Festiva. It was the first car I ever owned, and it faithfully served mankind from the day of purchase through yesterday.
After surviving 10 years parked on the streets of Chicago and dodging city traffic, of being peed on by passing dogs and drunks and even that one night providing shelter for a homeless guy to sleep ("Hey, buddy - what are you doing in my car and how did you get in?), and the occassional break-in (apparently, the car is so uncool nobody wanted to steal it. Heck, they never even took the radio) we moved to Indiana and took the little trooper with us.
We had it another two years. Two years it lived in its own driveway but was much less molested although probably a little intimidated by the SUV’x and monster trucks on the road here.
Then we sold it to a friend of ours who needed a small car with good gas mileage (well, better gas mileage than his trucks, at least) and it faithfully labored in his service another two years. In return, he gave it the maintenance an aging car requires and, all in all, it was very much a mutually beneficial relationship.
Last night, our friend was driving himself and his daughter back home from band practice (they’re both in the same community band) on a state road when they hit a deer at about 50 mph.
Needless to say, this was good for neither car nor deer. Our friend reported hearing “lots of stuff break” during the impact, which pretty much tore up the car. When he got it home and popped the hood (which proved to be difficult, given the degree of managling) he said it was very apparent that parts of the frame had broken, the radiator was trashed, the front axle bent and pretty much the car was totaled - even if it had managed to stagger home from the accident scene. Smokin’ a bit and leaking fluids.
The good news - not a scratch on driver or passenger. Shook up, but not hurt.
Sure, folks used to laugh when I told them there was crash protection designed into the car, crumple zones and reinforced passeger compartment - HAH! It really is one of the safest sub-compact cars you can ride in.
Anyhow, even though he’s the owner, our friend called us up and sort of weirdly apologized for killing our car. He says a part of him felt really bad and wants to fix it, but really that just may not be possible. He is also thinking of buying another Festiva.
Anyhow, 14 years and close to a quater million miles is a good long life for any car. And the really important thing is that two human beings walked away from the accident unhurt.