The day has finally come when I've decided to get a new car. Well, a new used car, to be honest. The car is new to me, however. My current car, an ancient Jeep Cherokee has got around 180,000 miles on it, and it's starting to get kind of tired. Kind of tired in that Captain of the Exxon Valdez asleep at the wheel sort of sense. She's almost done.
Knowing this, I've sort of looked around here and there for several months. At the same time, I've been kind of putting this off. However, thanks to Ray I came across a pretty good deal, and so it's time to move the old car out to pasture and move on to (hopefully) more reliable transportation. The new one is on hold at the moment, and assuming it checks out, I'll be committing to the purchase this Saturday. I'll likely have the car sometime next week.
While I'm not one that really fears change, I also very much respect something that works. Sometimes, change is overrated. Along those lines, I'm buying another Cherokee. One that's seven years newer than my current one, but it's still a Cherokee. :)
The car that I currently have, I've had for quite some time…since 1994. It's been with me, getting me from point a to point b, through so many experiences. Starting college, going away from home for the first time, road trips, first love, discovering all different sorts of music, playing my first gigs, moving away on my own, important talks with important friends, silly discussions with important friends...all of these experiences have taken place in, around, or have had something to do with that car. True, it's just a vehicle, but there are things about it that just make it feel like a piece of home.
I remember driving with Ray down the Meadowbrook Parkway, when we ended up weaving from side to side on the parkway, tossing ice at each other on the way home from work at the bowling alley. Driving to Florida to visit Josh, a couple of times...through all sorts of inclement conditions and weather. Long nights of driving and talking with Jessica. That night on the way home from Hofstra Library, in the snow, after working on the Calc 3 final. That time in Oceanside when Kathy first gave me a clue she was interested in me. Barreling into that Thunderbird. Late nights in Baldwin Harbor. Moving to Binghamton, moving away from Binghamton. Moving to Massachusetts.
It's amazing how vivid the memories are, when I really think about them. For example, I can remember sitting in the car out in front of donuts, late some weekend evening, chatting the night away with Jess. I can remember the specifics of the discussion, and even the kind of donut I had that night. Her and I don’t talk anymore, but perhaps we some day will. I remember the time I sneezed, and Ray turned to me with a straight face and said “Warp Speed” instead of "bless you." Yeah, we're geeks. He and I still talk sometimes. …every once in a while. ;)
Perhaps one day the memories won't seem so vivid, or so important. However, right now they seem very important indeed.
Maybe it's crazy to have these kinds of nostalgic feelings about a car, but I feel that way nevertheless. Sometimes you have to be a little crazy.
I wonder what kind of memories I'll forge in this new car.
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