August has been quite the month, and we are just passed the half way mark. I turned 25 on the 9th and I think my car knew I needed a good quarter life crisis.
For the past six years I have been driving my grandparents old 2004 Buick LeSabre. It was grandma-gold, had enough storage to move me in-and-out of five different places, and still smelled like my grandparents old cigarettes on really hot days.
The ignition module was the first thing to go. I had that fixed and I thought we were in the clear for another few thousand miles. That same day it wouldn’t shift right. I had my mechanic look at it the next morning, and I got the call from Brenda, the shop assistant saying, “Abbey, I know how much you love this car, but it’s time to start looking.”
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
I loved that car more than anything. It got me through some of the best and worst times of my life. Playing “guess what year that song came out” with my best friends on car trips, hitting a couple deer, blasting my favorite songs, and hearing my own voice come through the radio on 93X for the very first time. That car and I did it all and then some.
But all things must end. It was time for this car and me to part ways.
I luckily scored a great deal on a Nissan Rogue Sport from Miller Auto in St. Cloud, and I’m looking forward to the incredible technology and safety upgrades, and all wheel drive during Minnesota winters. It’s a gorgeous vehicle, and I guess I will just have to build new nostalgia on those four-wheels.
It doesn’t make the goodbye any easier, but at least my dad is taking it so I know it will be in good hands.