I have always had hand me down cars. Not that anything was bad with that. I quite enjoyed it. Actually each car I have holds a special place in my heart. ^.^ I know...I am weird. However, they do. They each had something special about them. And I have so many memories of them.
My first car was a Tempo. It was tan and it was from my Great Uncle. It was my very first car. It was so old school. It had the seat belts that would slide across you at the top and then you had to buckle the bottom. The rear view mirror had come off and the air conditioning went out. It was older so things happen. I took my driver's test in that car. My driver's test...was not so great. Don't get me wrong. My driving is fine. The day of, my dad put the rear view mirror back on.
"Now, sit down so that you can adjust it."-Dad
"ok" *Adjusts mirror*
"Ok, now don't touch it again when you get in the car because it might fall off again."-Dad
"Ok."
Oh so ghetto.... :)
I got to the driver's facility thingy and I waited in line. There were several people doing the driver's exam at that time. Of course, I get the crabby one. We get into the car and I start it.
"Ok, I am in. Let's get the air conditioning going in here or something." She rudely demands.
"I am sorry, there is no air conditioning."
"Yeah there is, right there."
"It does not work."
"Are you kidding? *irritated sigh* Fine let's just get this over with."
Luckily little words were said and I passed my driver's exam. YAY! MAGPIE CAN DRIVE!
Unfortunately for the car, the speedometer broke a couple of months later. Then the engine went. :( We got rid of my precious first car. My only living object left is a leather key chain that was on the key ring to the car.
My second car was a hand me down from my grandpa. It was a Buick Roadmaster. Yes, it was a huge station wagon, maroon with wood paneling. My grandpa could not drive anymore. I had the privelege of driving his car. My grandpa was really into cars. He had two model A's. He really loved this station wagon too. It was his pet. When he learned that I would be getting his car, he pulled me over to the window and said, "Magpie, that car is a great car. Even when everything else in this world let's you down, that car will not. That car is you best friend." Well, the Roadmaster became oadmaster on one side and Roadmaste on the other. The speedometer gave out. The gas gauge went, the rubber siding came off, the pastic door part flew off, and then the transitor went out. Finally, after the front emblem was pulled off, it died. It drove like a tank, looked like a boat but was my companion for so long.
deceit
I even had my first ticket in that car. The speedometer broke and I couldn't tell my speed. I was in the dark, no one was around me so I couldn't gauge my speed. A cop pulled me over. :( It was not a happy day for me.
*sirens*
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"No officer. I have no speedometer. It is broken."
*insert tears here*
"Uh...you should really get that fixed."
"Yes, my dad and I are going to work on it."
"Yeah....here is your ticket."
So after a great deal of embarrassment, I managed to pay the ticket, take the class and now I have a clean record. By the way, crying does not help.
That car was really an awesome car. Honestly, how many people in the world own a maroon Roadmaster with wood paneling? No one.
Yep that car was awesome. My grandpa was really into cars. He had two model A's. He really loved this Station wagon too. When he learned that I would be getting his car, he pulled me over to the window and said, "Magpie, that car is a great car. Even when everything else in this world let's you down, that car will not. That car is you best friend."
Well, the rubber siding came off, and the door part came off, and the speedometer broke, the gas gauge broke, and then transmission gave out...oh that is a funny story.
Well, almost no one. There was this time when I went to school and parked in the same parking lot I had for the past few years. I go to class, come back to leave for home and try to open the car door. Now I never locked my car doors. That was jut how I rolled. In fact, I would love to see someone try to steal anything out of that car or steal the car itself. Honestly, there was nothing in there. Anyway, the car was locked. What the heck? So I pull out my keys and go to unlock the car door. It was not opening. So here I am with my arms full of books trying to open my car and the car was not opening. As I am struggling with the task at hand I look up and see another station wagon like mine: maroon, wood paneling, everything. I look at the car before me. It too was maroon, had wood paneling....only it was clean inside. And it had the full Roadmaster on the side rather than oadmaster like mine. Oh and it had the front emblem on it too...mind didn't. Slowly I withdrew my key from the door and backed up away from the vehicle. I think briskly walked over to my station wagon and jumped in. How embarrassing...
That was really the only time I "lost" a car until recently. I now own a Scion TC in sizzling crimson...:cool: Very awesome...very sleek....very.....Magpie. Well the other day was a late night at work. It was not the best of days and I was ready and dying to get home. So I usually park on the blue level of the parking garage. I walk there dead tired and look around. My TC is nowhere to be seen. "Oh, I parked on yellow today." I thought to myself and I went back to the stairwell and walked up to yellow level. I came out and walked around the whole yellow level. Still no TC. So I go back to the stairwell and go up to red level which is the roof. I stopped. No, I know I didn't park on the roof. I would have know if I parked on the roof. So down to yellow level I go. I was so confused. How do I lose a vehicle that cost me an arm and a leg and is bigger than any other object I own?
Once on yellow level I walk out and begin to walk the whole garage. I meet one of the residents who is just getting off her shift.
"Hi." I said to the resident.
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"Ok, I am looking for my car....again."
"Oh....maybe you should call security."
"Oh no no no....I don't want to do that. It is here somewhere. I will find it."
"Um...ok...." the resident laughed. She is cool.
So off to her car she goes and embarrassed Magpie roams the empty cold dark parking garage in search for her car. Well not dark. It is will lit. Anyway, I finally found my car. It was on the up ramp going to the yellow level.
I am relieved that I found my car. I get in turn it on and start to drive toward the exit. Yet the exit is not there. So around I go. I thought I went up. Instead I went in one big circle. Again, no exist.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I yelled in my car as I stood at a stop in the garage. I regained my composure and pressed the gas pedal once again. I made carefully sure that I was truly going the right way this time. Down the ramp I went and made my way out of the garage....it was the wrong exist but at least I got out...alive.
Magpie
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