Because Dan's car didn't pass inspection, we had to get a new car- Dan gets my darling red Elantra, and I get a white Hyundai Accent. None of that is remotely interesting to you, so sorry for making you read that. But it's the foreshadowing of what I will now grace you with, an ode to my YSAA: Young Single Adult Automobile.
I ran you into a telephone pole on my birthday in a snowstorm a week after I got you. You sought revenge by setting off the car alarm for no reason every night at 3am for about a week. It was then I knew we'd be fast friends. I like a car with some sass.
|Brand Spanking New, Winter 2006|
I have fallen in love twice while staring across your roomy consol, talking long into the days and nights. Beautifully, splendidly, perfectly, you only had to see my heart get broken once, since I married the other guy. And you were witness to all of it. With you go some of my fondest and also some of my lamest moments.
|Actually, this was a fond moment, even though we are lame in it.|
You have heard me sing to every song on my iPod, for which I can't apologize enough. You have heard me rant at NPR during the GOP debates, to which I say, you are welcome, World's Most Properly Educated Car.
But really, dear YSAA, I think we were at our best in Virginia. We drove and sang our way up and down the mid-atlantic, explored battlefields, small towns, barns, beaches, and forests. My life in DC was infinitely better after you arrived, and driving from coast to coast with you when it was all over was easily one of the greatest adventures and spiritual journeys of my life.
|Crossing America, life in tow.|
|Feeling Gleeish at a Virginia horse event. YIKES.|
Also, you owe me $141 for the speeding ticket to Ocean City. TOTALLY YOUR FAULT.
Your first owner, who loves and adores you like a personified human being, or at the very least a naughty but charming pet,