mirrodie
2006-08-16, 09:18 PM
For those of you that know, up until a few hours ago, I drove that 1990 Buick Regal. Colleagues and patients think its beneath me and I should be driving a car that 'doctor's drive, but I never catered to that stereotype. All I need in a car is an engine that goes and a radio.
I bought her in 2000 with 28K original miles. She was originally in the hands of an older Jewish man, Max Fishman. And Max threw on all those 28K miles, in 10 years, just to go see his beloved in the nursing home. I found that touching. Isn't that romantic?
and now she's got 108K on her and she's just falling apart.....
Oil leaks like a sieve, leaks in the antifreeze line that were sealed twice with walnut and bars leaks, coffee holder broke off, glove compartment wont close, headlights wont turn on unless I jam another key in the button, crap mileage, stereo speakers are getting static-y, antennae won't go down, the ceiling cloth held up by pins, suspension so loose that you'd think you were on a boat, and now the tranny is slipping.
But she still growls when I floor the gas. She still has that fervor.
But the last straw was when I awoke a few months ago to start her up and she simply would not start. For the day! The next day and for weeks afterward, she started without a fuss! Then again, she pulled the same stunt a month later. She would not start no matter what I did. Then finally the engine just turned.
So for weeks now, I've been starting the car, with 20 minutes to go before seeing my first patient, and doing the "please start" prayer before I turned the key.
Thanks for holding out that long Melissa.
Sweet Melissa has served me well. Got me though my residency and interviews. A great commute from Queens to the Island and the smooothest ride.
*sighs*.... so when I picked up a new lease today, the new car is great.
But wow, I felt so wretched as I removed the plates from Melissa. I shut those heavy metal doors once more and wow, it was tough to do. It broke my heart. Can you believe it? Why am I so attached?
Why the melancholy? I don't know. Its the first car I ever bought, maybe thats why? Maybe its the history, knowing she served such significant purpose in 2 lives?
Maybe she's just looking forward to serving another purpose, perhaps since I will most likely donate her to the L'Chaim Society. Always serving a purpose.
Guys and their cars I guess.
I bought her in 2000 with 28K original miles. She was originally in the hands of an older Jewish man, Max Fishman. And Max threw on all those 28K miles, in 10 years, just to go see his beloved in the nursing home. I found that touching. Isn't that romantic?
and now she's got 108K on her and she's just falling apart.....
Oil leaks like a sieve, leaks in the antifreeze line that were sealed twice with walnut and bars leaks, coffee holder broke off, glove compartment wont close, headlights wont turn on unless I jam another key in the button, crap mileage, stereo speakers are getting static-y, antennae won't go down, the ceiling cloth held up by pins, suspension so loose that you'd think you were on a boat, and now the tranny is slipping.
But she still growls when I floor the gas. She still has that fervor.
But the last straw was when I awoke a few months ago to start her up and she simply would not start. For the day! The next day and for weeks afterward, she started without a fuss! Then again, she pulled the same stunt a month later. She would not start no matter what I did. Then finally the engine just turned.
So for weeks now, I've been starting the car, with 20 minutes to go before seeing my first patient, and doing the "please start" prayer before I turned the key.
Thanks for holding out that long Melissa.
Sweet Melissa has served me well. Got me though my residency and interviews. A great commute from Queens to the Island and the smooothest ride.
*sighs*.... so when I picked up a new lease today, the new car is great.
But wow, I felt so wretched as I removed the plates from Melissa. I shut those heavy metal doors once more and wow, it was tough to do. It broke my heart. Can you believe it? Why am I so attached?
Why the melancholy? I don't know. Its the first car I ever bought, maybe thats why? Maybe its the history, knowing she served such significant purpose in 2 lives?
Maybe she's just looking forward to serving another purpose, perhaps since I will most likely donate her to the L'Chaim Society. Always serving a purpose.
Guys and their cars I guess.