so long, old pal

i'm currently filling out the online form to donate my old friend to the kidney foundation. no, i'm not talking about my kidney. i'm talking about my chevy.

and i kid you not, i'm crying.

that car has been there for me for all sorts of events in my life.

i've literally had people stop me in parking lots to talk about what a beauty she is. she's a conversation piece; an ice-breaker. even my patients knew my car, and would frequently ask about her. mechanics always talked about how "they just don't make cars like that anymore." they loved working on her. even when she broke down, she'd make it to a spot where i'd be out of danger. like the time she started making that horrible sound on the freeway, and i thought to myself, "man, am i glad i'm in this trusty car, and not that horrid 2007 lexus next to me that is making that awful sound." and then the horrid lexus drove off and the sound stayed. and with the engine smoking, she coasted to a stop at the end of the exit ramp at 11:45pm. but i was safe. or the time i was driving my brother to the airport, and it was snowing pretty heavily, and even though she really wanted to just let those windshield wipers die, she kept my windshield clean until i got to the airport. they died there, but it was okay because i could sit in the parking garage and safely wait for jonathan to pick me up. true, it meant i was stranded at the airport for six hours, but i was safe, dagnabbit.

she could take a mountain, no problem. so much power. my title says it's a V8 engine. (we're not sure if that's true, but i looked it up, and apparently it's possible.) you could fit everything you owned - and then some - in her. (we've kept our food storage in the trunk the past few months.) she has taken me home several times, driven me up provo and american fork canyons countless times, and provided a much needed escape from less-than-desirable dating situations.

what do you say about a car like that? sometimes words aren't enough.

so long, old pal. i miss you already.