My first grown up purchase of my adult life was my car. I bought it brand new about a year after finishing university. I’d been driving a less-than-awesome Chevy Cavalier (it was teal….maybe that’s where my love of the color started…but that was the only awesome thing about that car). I kept the Chevy limping along as long as I possibly could. And then, one day, the hood fell off. Yes, that’s right. The hood fell off. I was at a dead stop at an up hill intersection and when I made my left turn the hood just slid right off and landed on the ground in the middle of the intersection. Talk about embarrassing. Luckily I had a friend in the car with me and she helped me carry it over to the Walgreens parking lot where we waited for another friend to come rescue us and my hood. The hood was securely bolted back on. So securely, in fact, that is never opened again.
So, when I bought my brand new Honda Civic, sunroof and all, in the fall of 2004 I really felt like I was living the good life. I had a long commmute at the time and almost enjoyed it in my new car. The Civic was a good car to me. She never gave me any trouble and was a faithful ride for over eight years. I have to admit I teared up a little when I handed over the keys to her new owner earlier this week.
Out with the new (-er) Honda Civic
and in with the old (-er) Volvo 940.
So, it’s official. We’re an all Volvo wagon family! Also, we name our cars. So what? Don’t you?
Greta may be 10 years Veronica’s senior but, let me tell you, I’m getting used to her classy ways. The seat warmer alone has really won me over!
