Accepting the inevitable…

This post is about loss, but not the loss you think of, when you think of loss. This is about the process of acceptance and letting go of a beloved vehicle that has served me well for just over 10 years, the vehicle is 15 years old, as I picked it up in it’s 5th year.

Now you say, but it’s just a vehicle, well yes and no. This vehicle enabled me to travel, it helped me to stay in touch with my nearest and dearest in person. It is actually my office most days of the week and my escape on weekends. La Escape, is the name of my beast and she has served me dutifully for a long long time.

I lost my previous car in an horrendous auto accident, not my fault. I wound up with a lesser vehicle, that was still good, but not the one I wanted and it smelled thanks to a friend who vomited all down the door, while trying to throw up out the window while severely intoxicated. Zuul from the Fridge, I may no longer cap you in the knee, should the Zombie Apocalypse come, I am still watching you!

So I finally had the wherewithal to purchase a newer to me vehicle and I fell for my Escape the first time I drove her. I had driven several vehicles that day, but she was the one that fit. I installed Thor, God of Thunder, in the vehicle, as he was a peace offering from Zuul for my birthday and away we went. (One should always travel with extra insurance, the kind money can’t buy, to help you get rock star parking and keep your wheels on the pavement in the middle of blizzards, which Thor does). Don’t ask, just accept.

I put almost a 90k on the vehicle, I just only doubled what I got her with last year, when she clicked over to 150,000 miles. She is just under 170 as I write this. She is in good nick, except for the now terrible news she is terminally ill and not worth the money to restore her.

This post is me working through the process of moving on from a fabulous vehicle that has been an absolute joy to operate and own. This is me wishing her manufacturer made them like they used to, not how they do now, which is smaller and with a lesser engine. (6 not a 4). Those 2 extra saved my bacon on highways, when I had to get out of the way of someone driving like a maniac, while I was just cruising down the highway.

Now Thor occupies a space on my desk, until we find him a new kingdom to guard and I search for this.

Wish me luck.

(post script Zuul is now living a sober life and has apologized repeatedly in the intervening 10 years, we’re still friends, but they will never live it down, because that is what friends are for. My life as sober cab continues).