In January, I made myself a bucket list of items that I wanted to accomplish during 2012.
Well, here we are, May 1st, and I don’t have too much to cross of my list. I am rapidly turning into a bucket list failure.
HOWEVER, this weekend, I finally got around to bucket list success #1.
This weekend, for the first time ever, I bought a car.
For the last 6 years, I have been driving a Ford Taurus. On Friday, I traded it in for an Acura MDX at a price that was too amazing to ignore. The Taurus was starting to not run as smoothly, and it was starting to look a little dated and beat up, but I still had a hard time letting it go. So much of life is spent in cars, and this one got me through a lot.
I know it is a little ridiculous to be slightly sentimental about something like a car (it wasn’t even my first), especially a Ford Taurus, but me and the Cheese Biscuit have been through a lot.
My dad bought it in Virginia when he was getting a master’s degree. It drove us to our first visit to New York (and started smoking, causing us to miss a turn and take a detour through a tunnel into Brooklyn). It brought my dad back home to Albuquerque, and then passed into my hands.
It drove me back and forth to California for college, and took me all around the Bay Area. It braved the hills of San Francisco, and got used to driving in the fog. Many friends who I hardly ever see anymore have ridden in that backseat.
During my senior year, a deer ran into the back driver side door, and for a couple of months, I had a huge deer sized dent. About two years after getting the door fixed, we moved to a place with a garage, and for the first time I had to learn how to back out of one. That same door got smashed during one of my unsuccessful attempts.
When I graduated, it drove me very reluctantly away from California for the last time. I proudly displayed my alumni license plate, and my college window sticker. My campus parking pass stickers though faded and expired, were still ready to grant me access.
It drove me around for my first job out of college (and there was a lot of driving involved!). It drove Aaron and I to our first date (don’t ask) and it got me to the church on my wedding day. The moment I got home after I ran my first half marathon, it got decorated with my 13.1 sticker. It has endured only one break-in, and only a few dings to the windshield.
I can’t even count the number of states that it has traveled through, and despite it’s faults, it has been a good car.
When cleaning it out, I found a Valentine from the girl I baby-sat in college. I found a name tag from my summer department store job. I found my wedding binder in the back pocket (my wedding was 2.5 years ago). The car only had a tape deck, so I found some old cassettes that I haven’t listened to in years. I found many remnants of my life over the last 6 years, and I had fun reliving some memories.
But, it was time, and I watched as my little Taurus was driven to the back lot as I received the keys to my new Soccer Mom car. I transferred over the 13.1 magnet (and then the car was taken to the car wash by the dealership, and it came back with NO magnet) and signed it away.
I hope this new Acura will take me through just as many life events, and I hope that it will be a safe and reliable choice (I have two very smart friends who are engineers for Honda, so I hope they know what they are doing!). At least I know that I will enjoy the ride with my sunroof open and the music blasting!