Today, the tow company came and picked up the car. I handed over the key and felt a keen pang of loss.
Beyond the fact that the car was supposed to last at least another two years (and, at just over 100,000 miles seemed primed to do just that), this car has been a huge part of my life for several years now.
It got my mom away from a bad marriage and safely to Chicago. She had packed up what she could reasonably fit in the car and driven to Seattle where she stayed with me. For all of two weeks, at which point I got fired from my job thanks to poor performance — which was thanks to my disabling fatigue.
At that point, we drove around in her searching for an affordable two-bedroom. When I was suicidal, the car got me to and from therapy appointments. (Often, in my pj pants because I couldn’t bring myself to get dressed.)
And a few years later, when we lived in another building, I used the car to go down to Tacoma and meet the man who was to become my husband.
Finally, when we decided to move to Phoenix, that car became ours, because my mom worried about me going to Phoenix without some means of getting around. (I think she also just didn’t want us to have to get a car loan while we were still in credit card debt.) So that car got us to our new home here in Phoenix.
Of course, in and among all these landmarks, it also ferried us to and from home for endless grocery trips, errands and other such chores. It was, in all, a good and faithful friend. And, much as I like our new car, I still am frustrated that its lifespan was cut short by an idiot who wasn’t watching.
So, the car has now been towed away. In its place, we have a $3518.23 check which was deposited into our account — and will soon be sent to Wells Fargo, the holder of our car loan. It seems, in all, an unfair trade.
I know we have to move on, and I can only hope that our new car is as constant and faithful a companion as our old one. And that it has better luck avoiding stupid drivers.