Apr 14, 2010

The Great Galant

My car broke down recently.  The beast.  It may have to be put out of its misery.  It's been in the shop for a few weeks, initially suffering from a mysterious ailment, with a recent discovery that it may be a pricey fix (for our budget at least).  We have a long history, the beast & I.  After all, it's the 1st and only car I've ever owned.  I bought it in 2000.  It has been very kind to me, taking me across numerous countries.  After all, I had this car when I lived in Phoenix, Guam, Germany, Spain and now Tucson.  It has seen more of this earth than most people.  The beast has been neglected and abused by many, not just me.  The following are highlights from its adventurous and arduous existance:
  • had its door mangled (& replaced) due to an attempted & failed break-in
  • took many, MANY Phoenix-->Vegas trips
  • survived a typhoon in Guam
  • broken window in Guam (I had to cover the window with plastic wrap, so I was able to see while driving, for a good month before a replacement arrived on island!)
  • a friend (Staci!) drove it into a post sticking out of the ground (she was the D.D.!)--this was the 1st of many "scars" to come
  • survived a cross-the-globe transit from Guam to Germany (oh how I wished the ship would capsize so I could cash in on the insurance)
  • drove everywhere in western Europe, on the Autobahn, at max speed of 120mph, consistently
  • a friend (k-nuts) drove it into a sign on the road (D.D. again! Geez what's wrong with these people!)
    • This ripped a huge hole in the rear bumper. When we went to repair it, he put on bondo, we started talking & when he went to smooth it out, it had completely hardened. I planned on sanding it down but never did.  So now it looks like a HUGE wad of bubblegum is stuck on the bumper.
  • in Guam, electric workers drove away forgetting to disconnect lines from the truck to the electric pole.  when the tension caused the thick metal wire to snap, it recoiled AROUND. THE. BEAST, missing all cars near it, scratching every surface of mine
  • has slid through snow, up & over curbs and medians
  • a weasel in Germany got under the hood & ate through one of the spark plug wires
  • drove me (with a little help from yours truly of course), all my belongings & 2 cats from Germany to Spain (almost 1400 miles)
  • had a few bouts with minor fender benders, adding more character to its rough exterior
  • has had belts changed once, couple of tire changes, new radiator, couple of tuneups, the occassional oil & air filter changers and all around has been an easy to maintain car, especially considering my neglect
  • has seen numerous occasions of being slept in, being puked in & on, and many a midnight rendezvous
  • has witnessed me cry over failed relationships, felt the brunt of my fist on the steering wheel and heard the laughter that resonates louder than any song I've blasted through its speakers
The red beast saw me through my 20's--literally, almost the whole decade! It's no wonder the thought of junking it, because honestly, noone in their right mind would actually buy it, is so bittersweet.  I love my car, with all of its flaws.  From the front bumper that's held on with safety wire (no thanks to someone else), to the cracked dash that I have to pound with my fist to get the speakers to properly work, to the missing wheel stud & broken glove box that's been removed for about 8 years now so "I have more leg room", to the peeling window tint, to the sun baked splotchy paint job.  I love it all!  I feel as though I am getting rid of a limb--a very neglected, beat up & shitty looking limb.  But the thing that I love the most about my car (& that I'll miss dearly) is that it's paid off! Geez! I'm really not looking forward to buying a new vehicle.  Shhhhh.....I hope the beast didn't hear that.

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