i love my car

It took me to high school and to college. It took me to Rachel, Amanda, Sharon and Savannah in Abilene, College Station, Houston and wherever Savannah lives.

It’s had some problems…

When I got it, the driver’s door couldn’t open from the outside and the passenger’s door wouldn’t unlock from the outside. I had to go to the driver’s door and turn the key three times to make all the doors unlock, then go to the passenger’s door to reach across and push open the driver’s door, then go back around to get in.

The knob for the radio came off but at least the radio still worked up until recently, which is more than I can say for the cd player. (I never did use the tape player…which declared itself theft-proof by way of sticker)

My lovely Camry taught me a lesson in humility one hot day in Terrell, TX. I spent 45 minutes asking people if they had jumper cables. I still can’t believe that many people don’t. (I immediately bought my own) But I must have asked 100 people/couples.

“Excuse me sir, do you happen to have jumper cables?” “No Thanks.” “What?”

If you aren’t going to help me that’s fine, but you people aren’t even listening. Do I look like a sales person? I’m not holding a stack of flyers for half off dance lessons! I’m asking for a jump!

Another day, coming off the interstate toward my parent’s house: “It sure is foggy outside…only around my car. Aw man!” Praise the LORD I broke down in Haughton instead of Texas. Within seconds two trucks hopped the median to help. Their drivers pushed my car down the off ramp, past the race track, through one more intersection and into the back of a gas station, next to the sad remains of a pay phone. (followed by a light-flashing cop). Haughton people are so helpful.

Hopefully that will be the last time I call my dad to pick me up from the circle K at midnight.

“Did you remember to lock the doors? On second thought, leave it open and drop the keys on the seat.” – Dad

This jolly occasion was the week after I spent 600 on new wheels and brakes.

Another 400 for a new radiator and what not, and I find myself (and aprul) on the side of the road again with a nearly overheated car after a short 30 minute ride back from the lake. This breakdown, however, happened in Marshall, the land of when people are on their way home they are certainly not stopping for the helpless people staring at an engine.

Anyway…I have a new car.