Today I said farewell to a dear friend that I met back in June of 2009. A true friend, one who helped me move from North Carolina to Georgia and didn’t mind the two confused cats meowing in the back seat. A friend who listened to all the same radio stations and music I do. A friend who knew all my favorite places to go and always made sure I made it safely home.
Except for recently when my friend started having tantrums on a regular basis and particularly this past Friday when they left me stuck and helpless in the middle of a busy road. It’s okay friend, I forgive you…but you have run your course and far exceeded your blue book value. Today, I say farewell to you 2003 Mitsubishi Lancer.
Considering the amount of miles I put on that poor thing (from just barely over 100,000 when I took ownership to just shy of 300,000 when we parted ways), my Lancer did a pretty fair job in my book. I kept up with all the basic duties of a responsible car owner, like oil changes, but in the end it was simply no spring chicken and staring to show its age.
My husband and I had already started chatting about how we needed to start preparing to put the Lancer out to pasture when I picked the car up from its most recent visit to the shop on Thursday afternoon. Then Friday morning, I had suspicion we might be at that point when the check engine light popped on followed by an immediate and then total lack of acceleration. The car died on a section of East-West Connector that is a very, very bad place to be completely dead in the water because it’s one of those sections where everyone speeds along and stopping abruptly is a little challenging. Since there were two cars that actually did have to slam on their brakes and skid to a stop, it’s fortunately possible. If it had not been for the super sweet and awesome woman who’s home I had happened to break down near and two equally awesome guys who helped push my car out of the danger zone, this post would be about the accident I was involved in instead of just a farewell to my car.
But ah dear, dear, Lancer you will be missed even though our last day together involved you taking a nap in one of the worst places ever. And though I will certainly have a new friend take your place (because our city’s transit sucks), you will always have a special place in my heart.