Man, just thinking about getting rid of my car makes me sad sometimes. If my employment situation ever sorts itself out, the plan is to buy a new car soonish, but at the same time I know that when I walk away from the current one I’ll be in tears as well.
I got this car when I was 17. I’m turning 31 in a few weeks. It had just come off a 2 year lease.
My first purchase with the car was a tank of gas. The second was a CD player (Pioneer, $321) to replace the crappy tape deck. The third purchase was a pair of speakers (demo model, $140) to replace the crappy factory installed ones that disintegrated under the weight of Nine Inch Nails.
I moved to another province when I was 19, and took the car with me. I commuted to school with it, which allowed me to live with my boyfriend. He is now my husband. I met him in college (in our home province), and got to know him by offering him rides home from school. I flat-out wouldn’t be with my husband today without that car (or a car, at least!)
It got me through my first university degree.
I commuted to my first job - 56km each way - for a couple of years.
I moved back to my home province, and commuted to work for a year and since then it has helped me get through my second university degree.
That car has been called up for emergency drives to various places, racking up the mileage to assist friends and family at various points in their lives. That car brought my dying cat to the vet, in an attempt to help her…at least we could ease her pain.
That car drove us 1500km round trip to surprise my mother for her 50th birthday. It got me to my wedding, and then to the airport for my honeymoon (my brother kept it for the week). To my sister’s wedding, to the airport for my best friend’s wedding, to my friend’s house to celebrate her 10 years in remission…and this summer likely to her house again, to celebrate 15 years. It got me to my home town in time to say goodbye to my grandmother when she died.
323 000 km (200 000 miles) and counting on a rusty, cracked-windshield, engine-light-on-for-two-years, no air conditioning, no clock, dusty and scraped up 1996 Toyota Tercel. I’ve changed the timing belt twice, had to replace the windshield wiper motor, and had to fix a wheel that I banged on the curb thanks to black ice, but otherwise the car hasn’t cost me all that much in unscheduled (or even scheduled) maintenance. It doesn’t burn oil and still has pretty good gas mileage.
I start to think about what other car I want, and I keep thinking that I want the same car: reliable, practical, cheap to own and operate… but with air conditioning. I don’t even care if there isn’t a clock! They don’t make Tercels anymore, so I’ll have to get something else one day, but I can’t believe that any car, anywhere, could be better than this one.
When the time comes, I’ll likely use this program. But I’ll still be crying!