In Memory

This is in memory of my beloved Geo Metro, lovingly referred to as "the egg," who died this morning in a dramatic turn of events that unfolded right in front of my house. Her life span was long, 1991 - 2007, and many memories and adventures were atop her four tires.

A Haiku:
Driving merrily along
A girl and her egg
A most faithful companion.

This morning I awoke to the dreaded words that I knew were coming any day, "Janell, your car is dead." The words were spoken by my mother just minutes after my father had attempted to drive the egg to work. I thought I had many more years with my beloved automobile, or at least a few months, but alas this was not to be. It seems that my father had just made it out of the driveway when the shaft connecting the transmission and the front tire broke loose, rendering the car completely useless. He lost all control of the car, luckily however, he was only going about 3 miles an hour. To fix it is completely out of the question. It already needed a new radiator, an operation that would probably cost more than the $350 that the car was actually worth, according to Kelly Blue Book. Adding to that the cost of fixing whatever may need fixing now, the total cost of the repairs would probably be about 4 to 5 times the actual retail price of the car. My parents keep telling me that it isn't worth it and there is no way the car is getting fixed, and on a practical level I agree, although even if I didn't it's not like I have the money needed to fix it, but I can't help feeling that no cost is too great, that the car is indeed priceless. I'm fully aware that it's silly of me to be so attached to a possession, but it's the only car I've ever had, the only car I've ever really enjoyed driving. In five years she has never once let me down, except for that one time at 1:00 in the morning when my alternator belt broke and my mom had to come get me. She has even withstood a small run in with a mailbox and a larger run in with a Dodge Durango. But she held her own and came out with a few scars that I am convinced only made her more beautiful. I shall miss her hatchback that I could never open, her lack of power anything, her lovely decals, her 7 gallon gas tank, her 3 cylinder engine, and even her wobbly tire (a result of the run in with the Durango) that sometimes shook the car so badly when I drove too fast (too fast being 65 mph) that I thought I might die. She will live on in my memory as the best first car a girl could have. Viva el huevo!