you were magnificent
I gave away my fifth car today and it felt just as bad the first time I gave my Honda away. It just seems to wrong to part ways with cars you own. Each time I do it, I wish I hadn’t.
How would Kelly’s blue book know what the true value of a car is? It makes you enter a few details like model year, miles driven and condition of the car and spits out a dollar amount for a car and pretends that it is OK to do so. The reality is that no tool can estimate a value of your car. Because the value of metal is tangible, but the value of the memories made with that metal is imperceptible.
The Focus ST was as unassuming as they come. She was humble, middle class and total white collar. Her ST badge got her a few looks, a few honks and many interstate winks. She was a daily driver with resonator. She had recaro seats which came handy as I twisted my way to work or to a supermarket to get milk. She had a manual transmission but heel toeing was impossible. She had a turbo which spooled only if I tried real hard. She was average but oh so special. She was one of many but she was all mine and that was enough.
Not any more though. Gone, sold to a person, who I knew the minute he drove the car, he couldn’t resist. Just like I couldn’t back in 2015, when I was just enamored by her out of the gates attitude.
I don’t think I can keep doing this anymore. What I need is a barn where I can keep these cars immortalized forever. So that every time I miss a car, I can just go back and experience the memories anew. Like old photo albums that take you to a happy place when you peruse through them.
Not wanting to ever let go.
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