It was a sentimental evening. I’m selling Twinkie tomorrow. Twinkie is my first and most loyal and reliable car, bought six years ago. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a little ’82 Toyota Tercel, light brown in color. I don’t name my cars, but in this case Twinkie just stuck. If you saw it you’d understand. My parents brought it down here to Florida after I found an apartment and I drove it until I purchased the Supra and got it sorted out. It’s always started, never left me stranded except for the two times I ran out of gas, and the one time the timing belt broke. But even when the latter occurred, after $40 and a couple of hours, the car was back on the road again, running as well as ever. Bob from work is picking it up tomorrow. I sold it to him for $500, as he needs something that will start for him every morning. He owns about a dozen cars in various states of dilapidation, and none of them will accomplish that feat for him. He’ll take good care of Twinkie; I have no doubt, and I will see the car every day in the parking lot as work, so the separation isn’t as difficult as it would be otherwise.
That car and I have been everywhere, though. The first road trip we took was to Rocky Mount for an Odyssey of the Mind tournament. After that, we traveled the stretch of I40 countless, countless times taking me to and from school. It’s been to Greensboro more than a few times, to the beach, and many places in between. Twinkie took me to Charlotte and back many times last summer, and even made the trek up to Washington D.C. successfully. It’s heard my mangled singing at the top of my lungs and seen more than a few sunny reunions and tearful farewells. The driver’s sun visor makes a creaking noise not unlike that of a ship’s rigging when it’s turned towards the side window. It’s a very accurate sound effect, an uncanny reproduction, in my opinion. When the engine is in full tilt, it sounds very much like a loud vacuum cleaner, as well. I’ve installed a stereo and a couple of speakers, performed just about every item of maintenance I could find to do, singlehandedly removed the entire air conditionning system (non-functional), and installed a tachometer. It and the RX-7s were my initiation to the wonderful world of auto mechanics… I’m going to miss it. So many moments were framed by its presence.
wow….um, you sure you want to sell it?
seems like you really liked that car.
:)
Yeah… It’s time for Twinkie and I to go our separate ways. We’ve had good times together, to be sure, and I feel a lot of attachment to the car, but Bob will take good care of it. It will be in good hands; knowing that makes the act of selling it much easier. I always told myself I’d sell that car to a friend, and, well, I did.
:o)
*sniffle*
ok, then..that makes me feel better.. :)
heheh
yeah, at least you know it will be taken care of properly.
:)
mornin!
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Good morning :o)
have a great day! :)
Thank you :o) And you.