I have to admit, this post is probably a couple of months late. But there’s been all sorts of things I’ve wanted to talk about, and tonight I’m choosing my first car.
In the spring of 2009 my parents bought me a car. Probably the funniest part of all of this was that I didn’t have a permit yet. So this cute little car (a ’98 Ford Contour) was sitting in my driveway and going nowhere.
But I did get my permit because otherwise this would be a very short story.
I named my car Charlie, and I really loved Charlie. He was this cute little car that was great for driving around town, which is all I was really doing. Admittedly, he had some flaws. The air conditioner didn’t work. He didn’t go exceptionally fast. He really didn’t like going up hills. But he was perfect for what I needed in a car, and I loved him.
In the fall of 2010 I went to college, and Charlie stayed home. Even if I’d wanted a car with me, I didn’t have the credits yet. And besides, I liked the idea of Charlie waiting for me at home, safe and sound and with a guaranteed parking spot. So that’s how it was for all four years of my undergraduate career.
Now, while I was gone, my parents drove Charlie periodically. That’s how we found out the brakes needed to be replaced. And of course I drove Charlie all the time when I was home. And he remained my perfect slightly quirky but wonderful first car.
Now remember, Charlie was a ’98 Ford Contour, and by the time I graduated from UConn it was 2014. Charlie was old, especially by car standards. I didn’t love him any less, but a simple fact. Charlie was 16 years old.
And it was the summer of 2014 that Charlie really began to have problems.
My grad school is located in Griswold, and over the summer I was driving Charlie up there periodically. At first it was fine. But then it was almost as if he developed an extreme case of the hiccups. This is something that sounds endearing, but really it’s terrifying. I was so scared that Charlie was just going to stop working on my way to or from grad school.
So unfortunately I had to stop driving him to Griswold.
Really I probably shouldn’t have been driving him anywhere. But I was still driving him locally. And even that began to peter out rather quickly.
And then we found out why Charlie had the hiccups. His transmission was shot.
Now, I loved Charlie, and the truth of the matter is that I still love Charlie. But I couldn’t drive him anymore because he wasn’t safe. And just a couple of months ago, April 2015, we decided to junk Charlie.
And sometimes I miss Charlie, even though Charlie Junior (my new to me car) has entered my life.
Because Charlie really was my perfect first car.
BrittanyM