Stu had told me that his car had gotten scrunched by a lady in Troy. She was trying to parallel park and didn’t know the difference between Reverse and Drive. She also, apparently, wasn’t too swift with the breaks.
Stu’s car went to the shop and never returned. It was too far gone.
I had three years of memories with this car; in fact, I knew things were going well with dating Stu when he said, generously, “Feel free to drive my car, I never use it.” That never happens!
I drove that car. We had adventures. When I was freelancing full-time, that car took me out, away, anywhere but here. I discovered precious places in that car. Went to towns like Montreal, Montague, Providence, New York, an abandoned pig farm in central Massachusetts, a bed and breakfast in New Hampshire, a girl’s camp in Maine, Philadelphia for one of the last Sleater-Kinney shows ever.
I will miss you, car! Thanks for protecting me and providing me tunes and letting me cry and think and love and live just a little bit more in the moment.